Down at Oley Valley Feed the other day, I overheard some old timers talking about the blizzard of March 1958.  I looked it up and, sure enough, the unpredicted ’58 […]

When rumor has it the Nor’easter to end all Nor’easters is rearing up its head, bread and milk are always first to go at the grocery store.  Canned goods take […]

Tomatoes on the coldest day of the year?    I know what you must be thinking.  We have gone Frankenstein on you, extracting cold-tolerant genes from the blubbery flanks of […]

There are herds out there that need to be thinned, we are reminded by the pap pap pap of gunfire that becomes most vehement round about sunset.   This time of […]

“April is the cruelest month,” wrote TS Eliot in what is arguably the only comprehensible line in his most famous poem, “The Wasteland”.  He was being ironic, of course, pointing […]

Deeper into radish season we go and dang nammit, those tomatoes refuse to die. We did suffer some ice burn on the plant tips but our southern facing hillside with […]

Season of zinfandel sunsets and great blank sheets of morning miasma dissipating soundlessly above the burbling streams that form the backbone of the Oley Valley.   Watch you don’t run over […]

Beloved CSA members… We want to hear from you!   Remember, we are just beginners. Although we have been a farm for nearly 20 years, we are only in our […]

New potatoes:  those ineffably delicate-as-butter spud nuggets pulled out of the ground in pre-adolescent condition, before their skins have even been able to form completely.  Here are Mario and Chris […]