Postcards From the Po’ Farm

 First off, I need to refresh memories about where the name of the blog originated. My grandfather, who in the late 1930s bought the farm where we now life, called this 50-acre place the Po’ Farm, in reference to the “poor farms” that were prevalent in those Depression days. Fayette County’s poor farm, where people way down on their luck went to live, was out on McDonough Road.

 My grandparents and my dad didn’t have to go to the poor farm, but my grandfather’s family did lose between 800 and 1,000 acres due to the boll weevil, the Depression and the financial ruin they brought. Pop’s nickname for this place shows that his sense of humor survived the hard times.

Happy Good Friday!

It's a beautiful time of year... and this weekend is a time for new beginnings and celebrating life. Ask many old-timers around here and they knew the frost was going to be late... the belief is that it's okay to plant your warmer season crops after Good Friday. Some...

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Our Little Helper

Our Little Helper

After several years of skating by with relatively mild winters, we were back in the cold last week. We measured five degrees here one morning and 11 the next. We lost some broccoli in the high tunnel greenhouse that was just about a week away from being ready to cut....

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Broccoli in the High Tunnel

Broccoli in the High Tunnel

It's dreary and wet, but I don't think it's something we're not accustomed to nowadays. Happy New Year to everyone! And we want to extend a big thank you to all the people who helped make 2013 a success. Without our loyal customers and new ones wanting local,...

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