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  • Winter view of afarm in the foggy mist of morning, wooden fence and farmer leading horse as sun rises behind
  • Vegetables
  • An older farmer and his young apprentice stand talking in a barn. He ponders her words as she expresses a thought to him.

Coming Soon

Brand New to the site are these three articles

McCormick Deering Ground-Drive Lime Spreaderhog.01

A Hog Wallow plan

Broodmare Care

agriculture, a 19th century industry?

and more!

also watch this website forĀ four important directories and a revolving list:

North American farmer’s markets,

Farm Apprenticeship offerings

an expanded listing of Independent Seed Companies (Seed Sources),

a search-able index for all Small Farmer’s Journal back issues,

and a revolving list of on-farm workshop and clinic opportunities such as a Winter Semester at Stone Soup Institute in Maine, and a Doc Hammill Driving Clinic in the Southwest. (See workshops page)

If you have such opportunities you wish to share with folks just email us here at SFC. agrarian@smallfarmsconservancy.org

New Content is being added to this site every other day, so plan on returning soon.

Thank You.

Also coming soon

a new book by Paul Hunter

One Seed to Another; The New Small Farming

Soon to be available from Small Farmer’s Journal. Proceeds go to benefit the Small Farms Conservancy. Below is an excerpt.

In the Open

A good deal of the modesty of farming may come from the sense of a

life lived in the open, not constrained or channeled by other human

efforts. In the field no rows of houses or stacks of rooms or ribbons of

concrete surround us. We draw faint lines with our fencing, our dirt

pathways and roads. And the scribble of work on the land is suficial,

extends down but a little ways into the soil dark with decay and

nutrients. We are like sailors riding self-made waves. The momentary

meaning of that calligraphy is easily erased by a downpour, hailstorm

or deluge, by infestation or plague, or by the random greenery that

springs up over a season lying fallow. And the lessons abound. We

leave a tool at the edge of a field, near the work, and next thing we

know it’s frozen in place. As would be any one of us so neglected.