Monthly Archive: September 2018

I am coming to recognize the inherent power of questions. A timely, well-articulated question can, if given its due, change the course of things. I was faced with one such question last Thursday; leveled...

I stood at the top of the hill at Field Notes Farm, looking skeptically back and forth between the pack-shed, and the trailer. “You really think we’re gonna get this thing moved today?” “Yeah.”...

Some ideas have an interesting means for captivation: bridging synaptic gaps to offer the briefest — yet most powerful — visions of a reality yet unmanifested, but seemingly possible. In this honeymoon state, we...

The 5:00 hour of Saturday morning found me in the darkness of Rising Sand, making my way towards the walk-in cooler where Danny W. was busy loading up The Ray (our beastly white van) for market....

I hate to admit this, but I’ve been missing Oren Jakobson lately. It’s true. There’s just something about the old dog that keeps me coming back, and after a separation of over a week,...

The intersection of work and friendship has proven itself an interesting space to navigate thus far in the growing life of Rising Sand Organics. The season, loathe as I am to admit, is dragging...

Tuesday afternoon’s work started, believe it or not, with a change of plans. Our initial intention was to move the pack shed, thus taking care of this last vital transitional step prior to Oren’s...

For more than a few weeks now, we’ve been setting deadlines for moving our harvest packing operations to Rising Sand. Week after week, we (Oren) seem to say, “Yeah, we can have it all...