Wild, Wild Horses

by Laura Parker Roerden “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.” —the Rolling Stones When I was growing up, our farm (then a dairy) was one of three farms on our hill. The other two were horse farms. The confines of these farms held a large gang of kids, who roamed the combined 200 acres ofContinue reading “Wild, Wild Horses”

Musings of a fourth generation farmer

What happens when you move your family from living in a major city to your fifth generation family farm? You begin with a few cows to keep the pastures open and launch a beef CSA to buy the hay for the cows that keep the pasture open, then add some chickens to eat the bugsContinue reading “Musings of a fourth generation farmer”