Notes from the Larkspur Supper Club
Notes from the Larkspur Supper Club
The Road to Recovery
I should remind you that whatever gripes you have about your lot in life, you are the envy of a big chunk of the world if you look out over fields and woods and flocks and call the place your own. Practice gratitude.
Farewell My Lovelies
It’s that time of year again. The wind sweeps in off the Bay, the land withers and hunkers down for six months of hard frost. And I must say goodbye to Willy and Waylon, the two Black Angus steers I’ve been feeding for the last year.
Ferd, A Farm Favourite
I have learned the hard way that writing about a favourite animal can be dangerous, even fatal. Any attempt to preserve the image of a furry friend for posterity always ends in tears.
The Hundred Yard Diet
The countryside offers nothing but roads with forks in them these days. There are giant billboards at every crossroads ordering you which fork to take.
How you Gonna Keep Them Down on the Farm?
It’s a question as old as the farm itself. How do you keep a child from souring on chores and the drudgery of tasks like haying and weeding?
