Category Archives: Circle S Farm News

“One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by.” ― Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle Ahh – the long days.  I really don’t love them.  I am ready to go to bed usually by … Continue reading →

“Freedom lies in being bold.” ― Robert Frost The vegetables are bold, aren’t they?  Bold in their color, bold in their taste – some of them.   I wonder if they feel free? Happy Independence Day!! Farm News:  Otis got skunked.  … Continue reading →

“I bought a big bag of potatoes and it’s growing eyes like crazy. Other foods rot. Potatoes want to see.” ― Bill Callahan, Letters to Emma Bowlcut One potato, two potato, three potato, four!!  More…..More. Everyone loves potatoes.  When my … Continue reading →

“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.” ― Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum My father is at … Continue reading →

“The rain to the wind said, You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged–though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.” ― Robert Frost Lucky to have some … Continue reading →

Tell You a little story and it won’t take long, ‘Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn’t hoe his corn. The reason why I never could tell, That young man was always well. He planted his corn in the month of … Continue reading →

“He who sits/stands in front of the fire sees more than the flames.. He feels the heat! Too often from a distance others observe the flames only as a source of light.” ― Lennox D. Lampkin Hot!!   No I’m not … Continue reading →

What would you think if I sang out of tune Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song And I’ll try not to sing out of key Oh, I … Continue reading →

“My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.” ― Jodi Picoult This mother’s day I am thinking of my mother.  A mother of … Continue reading →

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” —T.S. Eliot I went to buy some garden supplies a few years ago.  The … Continue reading →