“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.   

A simple sun hat soothes the glare of the midday sun. I’ve been a committed minimalist in the farm-wear department during the...

Today was my first day back teaching with the Kickapoo Valley Reserve naturalist education program since everything was...

You know your schedule is full when you’re having full blown finance meetings on Sunday afternoons (while the sun is shining)....

The first annual Kickapoo Valley Forest School plant swap was a great success. I’m so honored to be a part of the Food Security...

As the farm team strolls in from a long day’s work, we comment on how one day on the farm often feels like two. We’ve put so...

I’m officially holding my first published work. “Joy on the Farm” is a zine. I’ll pause here to explain because almost everyone...

Our family is finding a rhythm in farming and I love keeping time with them. We switch in and out of various farm roles without...

  As the season picks up, we’re happy to welcome some additional help to Keewaydin, and Kayln jumped right into our routine...

  I observe the season round a subtle curve and an Emerson quote arises from the back of my mind, long held in subconscious...

  This morning I visited my friend, Gaby, to look at some handmade natural hammocks which were featured in a recent Folk...

  Rufus and I feel very fortunate to live in a community which is paving so many innovative pathways forward in the food...

  Rufus, John, and Cassie emerged from the forest with a nice little bag of morels. I knew if they went out with Rufus,...

  Nothing awakens my curiosity quite like a carefree walk in the woods. John, Cassie, and I wandered away from the...

  Sometimes Rufus makes me laugh so hard, farming doesn’t really feel like work, but play. He’s an entertainer that guy,...

  My eyelids opened to maximum widening capacity when I caught a glimpse of the asparagus. Holy shit! I mean, I suspected...

I count myself lucky to have a partner in life who pulls me away from my computer screen of tasks to lay in the hammock or watch...

  We’ve reached a heat threshold which requires multiple waterings per day. However, with the wind whipping through the...

  Once the wind died down, Rufus proclaimed it was too calm not to build garden beds. So, he pulled his stash of cardboard...

  While tending our gardens, we  pause to notice blooming ornaments adorning the trees; lilacs, crabapple, and cherry...

I received my second vaccination today, another line of defense for a healthy season, along with nutritious organic food,...

It was just chilly enough to make cleaning ramps and green garlic mildly uncomfortable. We walked back and forth along the wash...

I scan the forest floor of the ridgetop and smile. The ramps that carpet this area have sized up considerably since last week,...

With the Driftless Curiosity workshop successfully completed, Sunday called for river recreation with friends. I took in the...

I’m awake at 5 AM preparing for the Driftless Curiosity workshop on spring foraging and I feel a playful kind of joy replace my...

Rufus and I walked the land collecting sunchokes, wild parsnip, burdock root, and nettles for the Driftless Curiosity workshop...

On this Earth Day, I’m thankful to connect with the land and loved ones. John and Cassie come to visit and we hike around the...

After the first spring harvest and pack out, I’m happy to be mostly horizontal for a day. I help Rufus get the van loaded and he...

Beyond the typical numbness in the hands during the washing of the ramps, the first pack out of the year was a mild and...

It’s spring harvest time! Radishes, ramps, mizuna, arugula, spinach, and salad mix. We hustle from plant to plant, collecting...

It’s the Sunday before the first week of the CSA and we’re making sure the pack shed is set for the event. We’ve pressure washed...