Happy Friday y’all!    It’s been a sweaty week down here.  The seasonal cramping has begun as the days have been in the mid to upper 80’s, construction work needed doing, and the air smells like chicken farts.     We’re surrounded by 100 acres of hay fields and after mowing and baling, comes fertilizing.  They’ve got chicken houses, so it’s an in-house sorta deal.  They load a dump truck with the doo doo, then drive it out to the fields and spread it out. Feeds the grass, but it’s a little gamey in the nostrils for a minute.  Fortunately the nearest fields haven’t been graced yet, so once the dust settles, the fragrance passes and the sweet scent of roses...

   Happy Friday yet again.  They just keep coming.  Spring is zipping by.    Smoke bushes are leafing out, the lunaria has formed its silver dollars, the chlorophyll has filled in the leaves of the Japanese maple and obscured the anthocyanins, the bamboo shoots are 5 feet tall, the mower’s broke and the grass is tall, two and a half greenhouses are already finished and empty, and the peonies are starting to bloom.  And if you’re following along from last week….the plums survived!!  So excited about that last one.    The farm store is open and is actually going to have veggie plants for sale out front this weekend.  Normally you have to buy them in advance, but we’re switching...

Happy Friday y'all!  It's a beautiful day out here at the absolute peak of Spring.  A nip to the air this morning and a potential frost this evening though, so we may lose some foliar friends to frost.  Hoping it doesn't damage the peonies too much or take out my favorite plum tree.  I really want those plums.  We all do.  Communally gathering around a bountiful tree, silently stuffing our smiling faces with juicy sweet plums is a highlight in my memory banks.  It happened one summer out of 13.  One summer the fruit escaped the frost and every friend we had over got to share our delight in the magic of this unbelievable plum tree.  Unparalleled in flavor.  The...

Happy Friday y'all!      The plant sale is happening and it couldn't be a more pretty time to visit the farm store.  The weather is great, everything is leafing out or blossoming out, and there's just that peaceful, freshness permeating the air.  Everything is young and chipper and full of potential and you kinda feel like you can absorb some of it through osmosis.  So far it hasn't reversed my crow's feet, but it does wonders for my spirits.    We gratefully got some extra help over these last two weeks and not only are they pleasant to have around, but our collective load has been lightened and you can feel a sense of relief from the whole crew.  Everyone...

Happy Friday!    Birds are singing, cows are mooing, and Chaos, seemingly oblivious to yesterday's neutering,  is puppy scampering about with Mandy's shoe in his mouth.  The Lunaria are splashing exceedingly welcome bits of purple throughout the carpet of green in the landscape.  Snowball viburnums are just beginning the transition from subtle green foliage to explosive white beauty with the first few petals going white at the tippy tops of the plants.  The Japanese Maples are red with anthocyanins, the Loropetalums are going full Jackson Pollock, and the grass is tall enough to impede bipedalism in various places.    The blossoms have all rained off of the plums and the last of the peach blossoms will wash away with today's...

Happy Friday y’all!    It’s beautiful out here!  The peaches, plums, Loropetalum, Spirea, Carolina Jessamine, Clematis armandii, wild plums, sand pear, and so much more are dripping in flowers.  Petals are raining down in the wind and rain and sprinkling the ground with beauty around the base of the plums.  The grass is getting tall, taunting me with threats of another job that requires my time.    We had plans to celebrate St. Patrick's day with some special friends (both are responsible for Mandy and I connecting), but realized we are back in that space of farm flow where the world is moving so fast that no matter how much you run, you can’t quite catch it.  So in the name of responsibility, we...

   Heaven’s to Betsy it’s been busy. We are all running at max capacity all day every day at this point. Good problem to have I guess, but what the hell does heaven’s to Betsy even mean? Sometimes you write something down and are confused as to why you are writing it down. I could google the origins, but I think I’ll prefer to stay ignorant right now. Too fried to self educate.     So, “Is everything always perfect and easy over at 3 Porch Farm?”, you beginning farmers might be asking yourselves. Indeed it’s a veritable cake walk. (Has anyone ever been on a cake walk? What is a cake walk? Do you need new shoes or just a...

Happy Friday!    It's a rainy one today.  Looks like we're in for a week or more of drippy droppy out here.  We had a crazy busy week shipping out tons of orders.  The first round of 200+ orders hellebore plants went out on Wednesday and most orders should be arriving today.  We also got a very thoughtful IG nod from Floret about the poppy sale we had this week and it doubled our orders in an instant.  We had to have 2 Fedex sprinter vans come out for the hellebores on Wednesday and another 2 vans to get all of the poppy orders on Thursday.  It's a great problem to have to be stressed to keep up with orders. ...

Happy Friday!    It’s starting to warm up a bit out here.  It’s still been freezing every night until last night, but the mornings have been warming up faster and we’ve got multiple days in the 70’s coming up, so I imagine we’ll see some new leaves and flowers out in the world this week.  The spirea are putting out fresh leaves already.  This week’s gift of divine fragrance is bequeathed unto my grateful nostrils by the Winter Gold Paperbush (Edgeworthia Chrysantha).  Love that dang plant!  Smells sooooo good.  We’ve got a newer one in front of the house, but a much more established one out in the woods by the generous mulberry tree in front of the cabin.  Surrounded...

Happy Friday!    The first of the daffodils have bloomed!  We made a decision last year that instead of cutting and selling them all, the daffodils growing in the yard would be left for the collective appreciation of everyone who spends their days here.  So, now we are graced with pops of yellow and white adorableness throughout our day as a constant reminder towards gratitude.  It makes us feel wealthy to not absolutely have to cut them anymore.  The state of self deprivation gets programmed in, so it's a therapeutic act to release that grip and it feels so liberating.    Earlier stages than the daffs, but still noteworthy, there's little red fingers poking their way up through the earth...