Farm Dover

Ed's Aunt Gladys put up corn. That's what she called it, as in:  I put up a dozen ears this morning .  Then all year long she'd ...

Ed and I spend a lot of time tromping through our woods – seeking and destroying purple thistles and invasive honeysuckle. With a shortage o...

Of course, I love my children. I also happen to really like them. And fortunately, without exception, I like their friends too. So, when Mag...

Sundays in the country feel different to me than Sundays in the city. Like any day, there are more chores than can fit in a day, but folks a...

Just yesterday I predicted that it was going to get very quiet around Farm Dover. I was wrong. Our neighbor cut his corn last week for silag...

Up early this morning to bake loaves of zucchini bread to send on the road with Mary, who heads back to her life in Baltimore this afternoon...

The craziest things are growing in my garden these days. My neighbor, Sandy, gave me a very small bean plant this spring. She said it came...

Having to get creative to use up an excess of tomatoes and peppers...

I loaded up my less-than-perfect cucumbers and delivered them this morning to my neighbor's sheep and goats. They thought they were abso...

Jack spent part of his last month abroad in Scotland working at Lea Gardens , a sheep and nursery farm in the Shetland Islands. He found the...

Jack made it home from his teaching year in Germany last Wednesday and this morning, I picked Mary up from the airport for a 10-day visit. O...

...and I take it seriously. We found this nest just as we were getting ready to take down the tree it was built in.  I'm guessing it...

Here is Katie. Here is her puppy, Flynn .  Flynn is happy. Katie is not happy .  See Flynn run. Run Flynn run. See the problem? ...

This morning, Mary send me a link to this Billy Collins poem and wanted to know if I knew it. I did. I heard Billy Collins recite it when he...

It's been a while since I last posted. With more than 10 days of above 100 degree temperatures this month, summer sizzles on at Farm Dov...

There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet. - William Butler Yates We had three strangers visit Farm Dover on Sunday n...

The last of the wild blackberries are now suspended in a sweet jam and ready to be spread on pb&j sandwiches, hot biscuits or pancakes. ...

Up until today, we were doing a pretty good job of eating what we harvested day by day. But today was the tipping point -- and tomorrow wil...

Ed and I have been getting up early this week to get our farm chores done. This mostly includes watering our new trees, inspecting our tomat...

Those of you who know me, know that I love to read food blogs. Among my favorites is Smitten Kitchen . I turn to it for recipe inspiration, ...

1. Search each berry patch, looking for the one(s) with the most ripe berries. 2. Pick the ripest berries, one by one. Pick one. Eat...

Summer Feet, photo by Mary (Instagram)

My two youngest nieces came for a couple of days' visit to Farm Dover. (Their two older sisters were off at a horse competition.) Do you...

So much is happening in our garden these days. Baby carrots are turning into unruly teenaged ones; big, round beets are being harvested and ...