Summer Soon Come
Another winter has almost come and gone (knock on wood), and more has happened during that time than we bargained for. Farmwise, we’ve taken a few 90 degree turns in the past couple of months, but we’re excited for the opportunities it opens up for our farm and community.
For starters, we’re gearing up for our second season of vegetable growing here at TSF. With our small greenhouse occupied with six months’ worth of duck bedding and manure, we’ve opted to borrow our neighbor’s 70ft greenhouse for our seed propagation. A 70ft greenhouse is more than we could every need for seed propagation, so Charlie built an insulated wall inside of it to create a smaller space inside of it. This will save us in fuel costs, as the heated space will be much less, and make the whole operation a lot more efficient. There are a few finishing touches to be done in the next couple days, then seeds will be flying, and soon the soil!
Last month, we decided to close down the duck egg arm of our business and sold the majority of the flock to a family over the hill in Strafford. We’re relieved that the plan to continue selling duck eggs, as we felt a pang of guilt taking them away from so many of our loyal customers. And though we miss the big flock, we did hang on to a few ducks for ourselves. They are living the good life in a much smaller coop, enjoying all the luxuries that “backyard” birds commonly enjoy.
The biggest change of all has come through a ginormous stroke of luck. We were able to work out a caretaking exchange for the farmhouse across the road from the farm. This means we finally were able to list our barn’s apartment on Airbnb to begin welcoming folks to stay at the farm. This a huge step in the right direction for us. It allows more people to visit our property and Tunbridge, get to know us, and make connections. It’s been a big adjustment living across the road from all that we love, but we’re looking forward to forging new connections and relationships through Airbnb. And maybe the coolest part of this is that we’re living in the same house that the very first farmer of our land lived in, back in 1850.
Here are some photos taken a day ago. March is ugly, but it holds a special place in the hearts of Vermonters.