When it’s your own farm, you’re the only one to blame, or congratulate.
The prospect of a volunteer prompts Lily to think back on how she got here.
Every spring, doubt gives way to renewal.
I like weird seeds/plants; I cannot lie.
On the more practical side, I wanted to come back to serve and feed my community.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this first year of farming on my own, it’s that change comes, whether you’re ready for it or not.
Welcome to a new series about a woman who came home to farm.