The balance of day and night shifted this week in favor of the light. There are great things happening out there, unseen.

Kristin KimballMarch 25, 2022

Mud Front mud

Mark called from New Field on Wednesday evening, just as we were getting dinner on the table. “Come out!” he shouted. “But dinner – “

Kristin KimballMarch 18, 2022

March-ish

Here in the north country, summer, fall and winter are visual delights. The north country spring, on the other hand, is decidedly homely, pocked with patches of dirty snow, dead plants, bare trees.

Kristin KimballMarch 11, 2022

Gratitude

Mark and I started this farm in November of 2003. We’d met 18 months earlier, when I went to interview him for a story I wanted to write about the first generation farmers who were popping up all over the east coast.

Kristin KimballMarch 7, 2022

Sugaring

We’re in that stretch of winter when the weather report reads like a suspense novel.

Kristin KimballFebruary 18, 2022

Shifting

The thermometer hit -19 since my last note, and then we had a thaw that made all the streams swell and run, and now, we are watching the end of a really big storm.

Kristin KimballFebruary 6, 2022

Fat Moon Nights

Winter temperatures again this week, with a nice snowstorm thrown in. I’ve loved walking along the farm roads on the crystalline fat moon nights, clear skies above and squeaky snow underfoot, that special silence that only descends with real cold.

Kristin KimballJanuary 24, 2022

Next Level Cold

I am forced to lead with the cold this week, though it seems way too obvious. It’s -9 with -27 wind chill as I type.

Kristin KimballJanuary 18, 2022

Tongues

Most of what Mark and I go through as a couple is relatable. We can quibble over division of household chores, have mild disagreements over money or the children’s education, etc.

Kristin KimballJanuary 11, 2022

Clean Slate

Happy holidays, everyone, and hurray for the turn of the year. It’s not goodbye to the old year that I like so much but hello to the fresh, unblemished new one.

Kristin KimballDecember 31, 2021

Looking forward

Solstice week, the deepest dark of the year. Five inches of snow fell fast last night, blanketing the farm in silence.

Kristin KimballDecember 20, 2021

Hold on Tightly

It was a wild week here, full of interesting pressures. The shift from fall to wintery weather always brings a big slug of work, and it climaxes now, when the temperatures fall into the teens for the first time.

Kristin KimballDecember 3, 2021

Come on over

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. It was quite a feast for us, and I hope it was for you too.

Kristin KimballNovember 27, 2021

If you were a sheep

You think it’s Thanksgiving week, but that’s because you’re not a sheep. To the sheep, it’s breeding week.

Kristin KimballNovember 19, 2021

May the green world spin

Planting is officially finished for the year. A soaking rain is on the way and aside from the creatures that still graze at the surface the fields will sleep until spring.

Kristin KimballNovember 12, 2021