Owning a farm does not make me a farmer. I have two brothers; one is a farmer, the other is not. This is mainly about the one who is not. None of us lives on our Tennessee farm. Yesterday morning, my brothers John and Larry (the farmer who was visiting from his almond ranch in … [Read more…]
My friends and family have had a good laugh about my Tennessee farm–that when I was growing up I couldn’t wait to leave it and now I own part of it. But that’s not the whole extent of my farming connection. I am growing blueberries. Yes, I have three pots on my deck (where the … [Read more…]
Just about a year ago, I wrote a post called “Kitchen Tables I Have Known.” One of the tables I mentioned was my mother’s kitchen table. She has not lived in that house for three years, but her presence is still deeply felt there. Once again her kitchen table is lovingly surrounded. This past weekend, … [Read more…]
I’ve gotten some questions about the farm, so here’s a summary. The first few years of my life we had a milk cow, Bessie, that Daddy milked twice a day so we had fresh milk, which I disliked. Much later, when I tried skim milk and liked it, I realized that it was the cream … [Read more…]
