An energetic stillness fell over the Agricultural Hall Sunday morning.

Upon approaching the pigpen at North Tabor Farm, a visitor will encounter two sensations: the faint ammoniac smell of swinish manure, and the cacophonous duet of squeaks, chirps and hisses of the farm’s two defense geese, Lucy and Lorenzo.

The New York Times is loaded with stories about the extreme heat.

When you read the word "pasture," the image that likely comes to mind is of undulating green hills, or maybe a flat green field.

Just about everyone has had it with the heat and humidity.

I'm a big fan of rainy summer days. However, the quick downpour on Monday afternoon was a bit alarming.