Cold. Bones rattling. North wind howling. Fingers crack and split like well seasoned oak. Fields are fading brown and brittle. Everything has a hard edge. Winter has arrived on the farm. Definitely my least favorite time of the year. Kids are waiting for Santa and I'm waiting for a southern thaw. Life at the farm is at low ebb this time of year. Better days are right around the corner. A week and change. That's when the days will start lengthening. Ten hours of daylight and spinach planting time arrives. Farming has a symbiotic quality. You work the land and... | Continue »