Now that I have allowed myself to get excited about spring, Nature has taken to practical joking. It seems that whenever I have to do silage in the morning, it is bitterly cold, my fingers going numb while I wrestle with several hundred pounds of hay, and for April Fools, they were predicting a Nor’easter … Continue reading

Tractor training.

I didn’t learn to drive a car until I was 19 years old, in part on principle; as a budding environmentalist, I wanted to avoid burning fossil fuels, even as such a decision inhibited my independence in an area that lacked much public transportation or infrastructure for safe walking and biking. Another (not insubstantial) part … Continue reading