Where Grundsaus Die of Whooping Cough
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 […]
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 […]
Everyone thinks they are special. But we folks at Eckerton Hill Farm really think we’ve got it going on. Tim’s no-spray sweet corn is a rare find in this valley, […]
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 […]