“Dear Farm Journal” is a creative project that connects people to their food and the farmers who bring it to life. We share our daily story to build community, advocate for small-scale organic farming, and appeal to the curiosity of those who want to know what farm life is all about.   

  I spent Sunday afternoon preparing the cabin for a young man from Thoreau College who will be doing a micro-internship at...

  This weekend, we have the pleasure of hosting friends at the farm, which gives us the perfect reason to do all the...

  I’ve been growing increasingly curious about herbalism the longer I live on the land. I’ve attended a workshop, read a...

  The greenhouse thermometer reads 111 degrees, so I take the seeding operation outside to the picnic table. Rufus, John,...

We have our first ripe tomato and bushels upon bushels of greens hanging in waiting for time, torch, and temperature to bring...

After she finished her lunch, Cassie asked John if he wanted to walk down and see the piglets. She joked that she has to get her...

The affliction that resides in my lower back has begun to recede like the gradual basal sliding of a mountain glacier, changing...

On this bustling Sunday, I squeezed in morning meetings, wiped piles of dishes, hung up laundry, and ushered guests in and out...

What an epic day for Keewaydin Farms and Driftless Curiosity! We hosted a double decker day of fun and feasting on the land for...

It’s generally recognized that human beings easily forget our everyday advantages. We hastily become accustomed to widespread...

I’m missing my second CSA pack out of the season due to another doctor’s appointment in La Crosse for steroid injections in my...

We had a ridiculous amount of fun for a Monday while hosting State Fair Cake Day with our new friend Dave X and the staff from...

On Monday, Keewaydin is hosting a virtual event in collaboration with our new friend Dave X who works with Burning Man and...

The element of Driftless Curiosity that excites me most is the ongoing opportunity to seek and satisfy my own curiosity. When I...

They’re here! Five wee piglets with the cutest little butts! No doubt, their arrival thrusts me into the emotional upheaval of...

At the beginning of the season, we never really know exactly what our farm crew will look like, but I couldn’t be happier with...

This afternoon, I met with some of the other ladies from the Kickapoo Valley Forest School – Food Security Committee, to...

The restlessness of “light duty” flashes like heat lightning across my consciousness. Since the report from my lumbar MRI...

A pungent redolence engulfs my olfactories as the farm team brings in the garlic crop. This thrice gathered allium wonder is...

This afternoon, I joined my sister-in-law, Jessica Haucke (a water research specialist with UW Stevens Point), down at Camp...

When Rufus and I started Driftless Curiosity, we were rooted in the idea of collaborating with like-minded folks in the...

Today I reflect on Henry David Thoreau’s famous quote, “Where the most beautiful wildflowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and...

This season, we’ve planted more flowers around the farm and I can confirm that they add a measure of jubilance to the landscape....

Chicken Run 2.0 is under construction. The first version Rufus and I constructed was a slapdash undertaking involving double...

I stand at the window and wrestle with conflicting emotions about the rumbling thunder and cloudburst. I’ve had to reschedule...

While liming the chicken coop, Rufus just couldn’t resist slapping my unsuspecting butt cheek, leaving a chalky white handprint...

The cucumbers are coming on hot and heavy now. John and Cassie harvested over 300 pounds this morning and there are a multitude...

The chickens are turning on each other, and it’s not the way I thought it would go down. Because we brought on both “meat birds”...

Every season, around this time, I ask Rufus how many more weeks we’re going to pick the asparagus. We love asparagus, but to be...