“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.   

Today, a poem by Binary Frozen Waterfalls Water drops float in midair, Time has frozen over and it shows. Beneath the icy...

What is this? As a writer, as a reader… what do we exchange, solicit, magnetize, or expose? Oftentimes the vulnerability of...

If you’re hell bent on celebrating a birthday, there’s not much that can stop you; not below zero weather, not a snowstorm, not...

It’s never too late to change the way you farm. After 15 years, Rufus is radically changing the way we grow at Keewaydin....

“The hippie organic farmers and…more conventional farmers” These are the words that come out of my mouth during a Zoom...

Solo beneath the naked canopy, I recall climbing trees as a child. Long before I strained to impress boys or be the teacher’s...

My fingertips roost atop eight abiding keys while my mind manifests a message. I’m developing a presentation for the Who’s New...

In the nine-to-five culture, there is no natural season of rest. Is a weekend of catching up on domestic chores and seeking...

A warm ember of light kisses this pale boreal day through an unexpected medium; Zoom. A collaborative presentation by the Folk...

Papa Rich, Rufus, and I spend a brisk morning among the maples making notes and repairs. In preparation for our first Driftless...

Do we hike a lot in the winter? Yes. However, when your house is as cold as ours, you might as well bundle up and go outside....

The beckoning morning sunshine summons my inner adventure. A compulsion to climb atop a pinnacle overtakes my focus. My...

It’s nearly impossible to keep this drafty farmhouse warm in late January. We stoke the fire and burn stacks of wood in vain....

The simple acts of thumbing through seed catalogs and jotting down our garden plans mark the dawn of the 2021 growing season....

I passed the easy morning hours writing maple syrup curriculum, so it only seemed fitting to stretch my legs on a hike down to...

We can’t quite remember the last time Rufus went on a solo trip, so he’s probably overdue for this guys ice fishing weekend....

Yesterday I submitted the incorporation paperwork for Driftless Curiosity. A return email from the nonprofit lawyer sets my eyes...

Another workday on the sauna brings us one step closer to soaking thermal energy deep into our bones. With some of the sheathing...

Out the bedroom window, I see Rufus, Rich, and Jake standing around the animal trailer. The butcher date for the pigs is...

Today we made the disappointing decision to cancel our wedding party scheduled for June. Rufus feels we won’t be in the clear...

This evening we had our third board meeting for Driftless Curiosity and finalized our mission and vision statements. After much...

A single strum across guitar strings suspends my step. Instead of continuing up the stairs, I turn toward the reverberation and...

This morning, Papa Rich and I talked maple syrup. Between the two of us, we’re putting together the curriculum for the first...

Yesterday Rufus and I had a Zoom meeting with a farm manager from Savanna Institute, a nonprofit that works with farmers to help...

My constitution craves the backyard buffet of summer, those high vibration foods teeming with energy. I observe the comedown of...

I step out the door and the farm dogs snap to attention, keen to follow me to any destination. Their eager faces droop if I head...

I wriggle under the tedium of computer work like a first grader waiting for recess. I can’t say no to the sun when she seduces...

I set out on the land in reflection. I listen in stillness for her to bend my ear. She solicits integrity and the insight of...

I book myself a round trip ticket to someone else’s story as I flip open my next Barbara Kingsolver novel. “Flight Behavior” is...

The first ski of the season started out on unsure footing, first run nerves, and cold feet. However, once I got a few runs under...