Is it me, or are we getting the first whispers of Fall this week?  I sat out at the cabin and watched the rain as it gently and steadily fell for hours on Wednesday evening.  No violent winds, pounding deluges, or terrifying bolts of lighting crashing around me.  Just soft rain and the first breath of air not forged in the heart of a volcano.  Ten minutes ago I walked past our huge dog Cotton as she sat on cool concrete in a wind tunnel staring into the neighbors field and taking the strong breeze directly in her grateful face.  I turned back and plopped down with her and joined her reverie.   Prior to this were too many days in...

  Howdy y’all!   Hopefully you are enjoying cooler days than we.  It’s rough out there at the moment.  High 90’s and low hundreds, especially when the humidity and heat index is factored in.  I keep trying the shade, but it doesn’t work.  Still damned hot.   In the mornings, the team is busy cutting Peaches & Cream and a few other early varieties of dahlias and bringing them into the cooler.  Then they head back out into the fields to cover the baby flowers with organza bags to protect them from insect damage. Every single one of our dahlias spend their whole growing period covered in organza bags.  It’s a very time consuming way to produce dahlias, but prevents us from having...

   Some of you may have studied the carbon cycle in a biology class.  Much of Earth and everything that lives upon it is made out of carbon. The carbon cycle is basically the sum total of earth’s carbon above ground in all it’s forms and interactions.  The carbon you breath out when you exhale goes into the lower atmosphere and gets inhaled by a rose bush that converts it into the structure of a leaf, which then gets eaten by a deer who converts it into body mass and so on.  In all of those transactions, the sum total above ground is the same.  Whether it’s in the form of a gas, a liquid or a solid, the total is...

This week, our local community tragically lost farmer and friend Will Breedlove.  He was an incredibly sweet man who ran Pastures of Rose Creek Farm and was a major contributor to all things sustainable agriculture in the Athens area. Will had the biggest smile of anyone at the Athens and Grant Park market and it never left his face.  He was always happy to see you, whoever you were.  Just a truly kind person through and through. He is survived by his wife Lori and their two small children.  Please consider visiting their GoFundMe to support their effort to sustain the farm's livestock and Will's mission of feeding his community with the healthiest meat and eggs possible and if you...

Hi everyone, it’s good to be back!   Mandy and I have been on a holiday that started out with an adventure.  I’ve mentioned that my paternal grandparents are from Ireland and in 2018, my pops took us all back and had the cousins tour us around to see where we are from, where our folks lived, worked, and socialized and where they had brutal encounters with the Black and Tan, which contributed to my family moving here.    We walked the roads and saw the deep green fields and clear black streams that cut through them from the local mountains and visited the sites where our elders are buried.  During that time, we learned that the Kerry Way is a long...

Happy Friday y’all!    We had a lovely trip to my homeland of northern California, where we celebrated my mom’s 75th and just had a great time connecting with family and friends for two weeks.  It was a huge treat for us both and is always rejuvenating to get off the farm for a bit, especially to see loved ones and to have some laughs.  NorCal was cool to the point of being cold though, which made coming home to sweaty field work in the humid 90’s quite a shock.    We’re out in the fields right now working on the thousands of dahlias we’ve got planted.  Weeding, laying down landscape fabric, driving in rebar stakes, topping the plants, etc….    We are...

Howdy friends!      A couple acres of beds are made and I’m a little sunburned from hours of shoveling in the sun, but already a couple thousand dahlias have been planted by the ladies.  It’s always interesting to see how your mind responds to adding order and geometry to a field that was previously filled with grasses or cover crops.  You’d think it would feel alien and unsettling to take a “natural” space and add row after row, but instead it's quite calming and pleasing in appearance.  Perhaps it's subconscious satisfaction gained from a temporary victory over entropy and an erroneous belief that the second law of thermodynamics doesn’t apply to you.  Or maybe it's just that parallel lines...

Hi all,    Our employees were all excited to take today off as we slow down for summer and Mandy and I saw a slow down as an opportunity to replace some cabinets, but as soon as we pealed back one layer of the onion, we of course decided to tear apart our whole kitchen.  I think I had too much caffeine that day and the mood was high and the momentum was strong.  An exterior wall came down in the process. So, without an exterior wall (there was rot), we are exposed to wildlife, i.e. Biscuit, who keeps sneaking in and meowing all night to our great chagrin.  So I need to finish rebuilding that wall today so we can...

                              Farmy Stuff Happy Friday y’all!    It’ll be brief this week.  Long day’s got me tired (it’s Thursday night) and I’m re-watching “Growing Floret” Season 1, before I watch the new release of Season 2.  Anyone who likes flower farming enough to read this every week, would love her show.  It’s like going from stick figure farm stories to virtual reality.  It’s beautiful, inspiring, and possibly more importantly, very honest.  So much of the project/business based shows you see are almost like a montage in an 80’s hero movie.  Everything goes smoothly, gets done in a week, and looks seamless and beautiful at the end.  It’s mostly b.s.  Life rarely works like that.  It’s so much more compelling to see the...

  Just before midnight on Wednesday, I took the old truck and picked up my brother and sister in law at the Airporter in Athens and we made the rainy drive back out to the farm.  We were all exhausted.  Mandy and I in the prior evenings, had gutted the two bedrooms, pulled off the molding, the doors, removed ceiling fans, ripped out carpet, rotted sub flooring, scraped ceilings, re-framed the joists, installed new sub flooring, and painted the walls and ceilings just in time for the wool carpet installer, who showed up late and finished at 7 p.m. on Wednesday.  We hurriedly hung doors, reinstalled ceiling fans, re-installed moldings, re-furnished both bedrooms, and caught a shower just in time to...