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”

Hidden Treasures

by Laura Parker Roerden I leave magazines in our bathroom. It’s a slightly subversive act because I tend to stock the ones that my three sons wouldn’t pick up and read on their own: National Geographic, Modern Farmer, Orion, Harvard Magazine. I myself have learned some of the most amazing things about the world in theseContinue reading “Hidden Treasures”

Farm Sounds

by Laura Parker Roerden It is with us…
as a little bird hidden in the leaves 
who sings quietly and waits, and sings. 
-The Hidden Singer by Wendell Berry, farmer and poet I like poetry. I write it. I read it. I particularly like listening to it. When I was younger, I used to feel thatContinue reading “Farm Sounds”

How Now. . .

by Laura Parker Roerden Quick. Close your eyes and picture a cow. What did you see? How many of you saw a black and white cow?             I thought so. Poor misunderstood BROWN cows: Ashyires, Jerseys, and Herefords. Our farm has always had brown cows, which poses a bit ofContinue reading “How Now. . .”

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”

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