STONEGATE FARM

Field Notes

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Raw
Raw
The growing season has begun its slow and certain ebb from the farm, and in an almost absurd panic to inhale as much green as possible before a winter of chlorophyll privation, I find myself grazing in the beds like a ruminant. Not on all fours, mind you. More like a vegan biped with opposable thumbs..
Give and Take
Give and Take
Out at my neighbor's horse farm this week, his ten-year-old appaloosa gelding stood curiously by as I shoveled composted manure into the truck, then slowly approached and brushed his long, warm muzzle against my shoulder, as if to ask "what are you doing with my poop?"