About

Usually, people leave the city for the farm, and we did, but then we came back. After 4 years living on my parent's dairy farm, we now live in Center City Philadelphia. I am experimenting with container gardening in my, entirely paved, urban backyard/parking space. I continue to maintain my, blessedly sprawling, vegetable garden at the farm. The chickens have been downgraded from bread winners to pets, under my father's care.

This blog was started on the farm, and most of it was written there. A little bit about the farm below.

Me

My name is Kristi and I live on the farm where I grew up. My father grew up here, and his father, and his father's father, and...you see where I'm going with this. In short, agriculture is in my blood, and under my fingernails. As a kid I very nearly thought every one was a farmer and wanted to get far from here fast. After 7 lean gardening years in center city Philadelphia, I packed the U-haul and moved on home. You can take the girl out of the country, but as it turns out, she'll pine for it the whole time she's gone. 

Now I raise kids, chickens, and any seed I can get to sprout on my parents farm in Sinking Valley, near Tyrone, Pennsylvania. I sell my wares (all except the children) through weekly subscription and at the Tyrone farmer's market. 

The Farm

The real business of farming is accomplished by my father and sister (who is spending the year in Peru). They raise 60+/- dairy cows, and produce the best milk ever put in a glass, on land that has been in my family for going on six generations. This is the kind of farm where each animal can be identified by sight from a distance, and come when they're called. Our cows are outside, on pasture, when the season and weather permit. Pasture raised, since before it was cool.

Being a farmer around here is nothing exceptional, but being a farmer in general is. This little blog is a record of my successes and failures throughout the growing season, and a little peek into the workings of a real live farm.