Squashing the harvest
Did you know that the word squash comes from the Narragansett Native American word askutasquash, which means “eaten raw or uncooked?”
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Did you know that the word squash comes from the Narragansett Native American word askutasquash, which means “eaten raw or uncooked?”
The turn of summer into fall isn’t an overnight makeover but more like the gradual creation of an autumnal artist.
Gambling is ubiquitous in our world today but farmers have been high rollers long before casinos, lotteries and sports betting.
One of the staple events during farm shows is the milking contest, usually pitting some local celebrity against another stripping milk from a cow’s udder.
You can feel the history as you cross Death’s Door across the turbulent currents of Lake Michigan from the mainland tip of Door County to Washington Island.
An early morning of fog and mist greeted me as I slipped out the back door.
There has been some sort of vegetable garden on our farm for nearly 100 years, dating back to my great grandparents.
There are many highways across Wisconsin that take you to your destination, but sometimes I like to take the road less traveled.
I woke this morning to a heavy blanket of fog and mist shrouding the valley. Soon it will burn off as we move into the heat of the day.
There is nothing predictable about memories, which are sometimes as harsh as the strike of the hammer on the anvil and the next moment as soft as puffy clouds in the blue summer sky.