Every other morning, I begin my day harvesting flowers, working alongside my friend Lucy Leopold.

I worked in the restaurant business for probably 30 years, starting in high school.

A farmer’s entire success depends on many factors, but always starts with one thing: our dirt.

I’m one of the baffled ones. Last Friday’s rain was lovely and seemingly significant. Here it is Monday and I’ve been handling hoses. What gives?

Farmers are eternal optimists. In the quiet months of winter, we think to ourselves, “This will be the year.”

I'm sorry to admit it, but I am not a big fan of summer.