Kate Woods

Growing grains

My body craves bread from a deep desire ingrained in me long ago. As with most people, I have childhood food memories that have...

On the Farm

It’s noon on a Tuesday in early April. Ripped open seed packets of all different varieties splay across the propagation table, each promising their...

On the Farm: Let us ‘sagra’

How do you mark the passing of time? Is it by the changing temperature, by the observed annual holidays, by the school calendar, or...

On The Farm: Think deeper

Spring is an undeniably hopeful season on the farm, especially in the Northeast, it seems. It feels like a triumph, an instinctual moment of...

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