Into the Woods

We were in the grip of a different national crisis when I wrote last month. I know that first one is still running amok and am anticipating that when I next get around to posting we’ll be in the midst of the cross product of the two. Or maybe a third, which worries me, because…

Darwin Stops By For Lunch

I don’t recall when I saw my first bald eagle. They were mythical beasts in my childhood, living in a far off place, commanding and powerful, but driven to near extinction by our wanton use of pesticides. A near-perfect emblem of our nation in the 1970’s for a boy who could spell “conscientious objector” before…

Spring

Spring has stumbled onto the farm like a loud drunk into a hospital waiting room. It doesn’t care that we’re pensive, that we’re taut against our own hopes, almost afraid to move for fear of upsetting the delicate and invisible unknown. That we’ve huddled together in our small groups, quietly giving and seeking comfort. Spring…

An Unreasonable Bounty

My week has been full of “shoulds.” I should write about John Prine. I should write about coronavirus. I should write about the tribulations of my particular family’s attempt to coordinate a Passover seder via Skype. I should write about the birthday of my late grandfather, Jack Cohn, who taught me the deep wisdom of…

A (Socially Distant) Garden Party

This morning, the southern sky looks like a scene out Laputa, and the mountains, when we get peeks of them, are scintillating. I don’t get to use “scintillating” much, but if ever there were a time to pull it out of the word locker and put it on the field, this is it. Looks like…

Graduating Goats

Sorry – I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I needed to take time off. From writing, that is, not from everything else, which I’ve spent the past year doing too much of. Mind you, I don’t seem to be in danger of dialing back everything else in my life, but I…

Settling In

I’m sitting in the departures lounge at SeaTac, listening to the woman seated next to me loudly complain at her phone about the price of drinks in the airport bar. She’s gesticulating wildly, and I keep wondering whether to duck or just let her whack me with her hand to make a point. It’s a…

Home on the Grange

Sometimes life gives us grand, easily-recognizable landmarks. Moments when even a total stranger could look in and immediately understand why something is important, why it is good: A new job, the birth of a child. But it’s too easy to be on the lookout only for those, and to lose those quiet, subtle moments of…

And so it begins…

I don’t even know where to start. Followers of this blog will not have missed the fact that it’s been over a month since my last post. What can I say? I’ve been away for over a month. But the farm has been cartwheeling forwards as always, in the capable hands of Lacey, Logan, Mark,…

Farm Tour!

No, not The Farm Tour – that’s a big thing around here – but late last week, Natembea welcomed the local Food Council and friends to come see what we were up to. I’ll admit I was kind of nervous – I think we all were. We were expecting 20-30 folks, all deeply knowledgeable about food production…

The Fragile Season

If you had asked me, when I woke up this morning, how I expected to spend my day, I probably would have had a pretty laid back list: bike into town for Tinker’s yoga class? Definitely. Spend a few hours coding over coffee? Absolutely. Catch up with Tom after lunch? If I could manage it….

Sweet Seed Flower Farm

As most of you know, Natembea is a not-yet-well-defined collaborative between us (the Cohns) and a bunch of local farmers, most of whom are just getting started on their new ventures….