wool to wood

i am back from SAFF the experience that lasted 5 days including travel was full beyond description:  educational, informational, inspirational, overwhelming, delightful and exhausting depending on the moment. we, my two younger children and two apprentices, spent the days in the mountains of western north carolina with 162 other vendors, 7000 attendees, and countless sheep, goats, alpacas, rabbits and llamas. the venue was full to the brim with all types of fiber, fiber animals, fiber artists, fiber enthusiasts and EVERYTHING you need to knit, spin, weave, crochet, or felt just about anything.


i drove the miles home in an overtired excitement, feeling a sense of subdued accomplishment just for having executed the endeavor at the end of a long growing season. i was humbled by my first foray into fiber madness and thankful for the generous welcome long time SAFF vendors, attendees and teachers offered our product and presence.


then, i plunged into the woodshop. yes, true. packed up the wool and jumped right into the final push to make my man ready for his entry into the Nashville crafts scene. yes, this very saturday we will set up not one but two stands at the nashville farmers market. the 16 year old set up for hill and hollow csa and on the north side of the market, paul will set up hill and hollow farm’s wood working for the first time at the nashville scene’s crafts and drafts:  hand made baskets, trugs, blocks, toys, stools, vases all from reclaimed wood will adorn his stall.



i have a couple of long days ahead, so i will end here. the wool is packed up


the woodworking is in it’s final stages


and i will sleep next week.

week 20

we completed the main season of our csa this past saturday and golly do we feel great.


there are about as many csa structures as there are csa farms. our’s is divided into a 20 week main season and an optional 8-10 week fall extension. when we designed our csa 16 years ago, we felt this offered us and our shareholders some flexibility. if you don’t love greens, now is a good time to stop receiving our weekly baskets.

farewell tomatoes, peppers, eggplant. welcome kale and chard!

farewell tomatoes, peppers, eggplant. welcome kale and chard!

now, this sunny breezy september sunday, i feel more than ever the benefits. we are celebrating, we have upheld our commitment and we can take a deep breath.

i know,  we will actually do the very same thing next saturday. there are some differences though:  we have fewer shareholders during the fall extension, the farm work load is lightened, and now, truly, with the end of our main season, summer is OVER!

to honor this day and every csa farmer and csa shareholder out there i pause, send you all a huge hoorah, and pick up my knitting.

the flowers are welcome to linger a bit longer

the flowers are welcome to linger a bit longer

undocumented fun

there are no photos.  when two farmwives meet for a saturday morning coffee, heck, you really shouldn’t even talk about it. but friends, desperate times call for desperate measures and so it came to pass that i found myself in the late morning light at bugtussle sipping my favorite morning beverage with my beloved, broken, cher.



just before my trip to California, we decided to restructure our market routine. after 16 years of saturdays packing the whole family into the van to make the trek to farmers market, we switched. just. like. that. change can be so complex, we need it somethin’ awful and resist it so vehemently. after reaching near breaking point, we just split up on saturday, one parent staying home with the youngest, the other going to the farmers market  voila, our family takes less of a hit on the weekend. not everyone is tired. someone is home to recover from harvest day, clean the house and prepare some food. simple change, significant change, change.

flowerei ended up with a saturday off. chores complete. house clean. food made. done.  down i drove to bugtussle to hug my buddy. we felt guilty knowing each of our mates were gone on the solo trip to market. alas, we settled into the calm of each other’s company. so dear cher, thanks for sharing a sneaky saturday with  me, i love you friend. eric, i hope the freshly picked, kentucky grown key limes got squeezed onto something that soothed your tired saturday self. i love you friend.

flowersi drove back home smiling. i pulled into my own driveway with just enough time  to grill some dinner for my family and enjoy a  saturday well done. sometimes you do what you gotta do and by golly sometimes you never know really what that is going to be!