A Small Farm One Hour North Of San Francisco.
We live both in Healdsburg, a small town in Sonoma County on a ranch with 100 acres of grapevines. And in the city of San Francisco, in the heart of the Mission District.
With a shared love of cooking, these two divergent places brought us together with the mission to grow and farm good food to [...]
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If It’s Not One Thing, It’s A Lot More.
My ears are burning. Besides the freezing gusts of wind from the North that are re-spreading my finally (sigh) raked leaf piles, I am fully cognizant that the groundhog saw his shadow. I believe in this stuff you know? If the weatherman can’t seem to get it right, believe in the cute ground critter and [...]
No Escargot?
Why can’t you just eat slugs? They are just so plentiful right now. It seemed that every leaf of mustard I picked this morning had one or three slithering on it, and if not its remains; which consist of a silvery mucus butt juice that he forgot to wipe after using the little boys room.
Did [...]
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Seven Years and a Slug.
UGH.
Today was day two of tossing and shredding roshambowinery memories that stain like full stench Clorox bleach. The fact that the IRS wants 7 years paper back up of what seems like everything for the chance that they just might come back and scrutinize my record keeping of the past doesn’t seem at all right. [...]
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Field Tripping.
Took myself on a little field trip to the local hydro store today. I needed a grow light to start my new spring seeds indoors. I was pretty amazed after I found the front door (after walking around two sides of the building) and walked in. Just dudes of all ages standing around “bro’ing” it [...]
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Green Fingertips.
There is nothing like your hands stinging like red hot pins and needles that make you wonder why you are up at 8am in the morning in the dank cold 45degree fog up to your elbows in mud, leaves, and slugs. This morning after dropping my son off for carpool, Timothy and I had to [...]
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A Farm Community.
The rains outside are keeping me awake at night. They haven’t stopped for over a week. With the news out that I’m a “farmer” now, I have so much to do that I’m mad at Mother Nature! I guess I need this time to think and really plan out what spring will be this year. [...]
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My butt is newsworthy.
This photo was taken and posted online by the local newspaper The Press Democrat in 2008. I would have been happier if they dug this pic up instead of the one that they used.
I predicted he was going to show up on my doorstep before he did. As soon as I heard his voice on [...]
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Pulled a tick off of Nash (as in Steve Nash) the cat this morning.
I knew he had one when he came in around the blackest part of night, but I was too stupid with sleep to wake up. I kept flicking it with my finger until Nash got mad at me and left. He came back in at 7, and then with enough light in my windows to [...]
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Dug up.
Digging little graves this morning. The crows are waiting up in the branches of a black walnut tree to interrogate my foot deep, foot wide holes. They aren’t for anything dead however, tomorrow I’m driving to another small farm in Sebastopol to pick up as many raspberries as I can dig up. My son said [...]
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