Our Little Free Library

As our CSA members who pick up in Hagerstown know, we’ve been inspired for years by the lovely Little Free Library at our pick-up location there. Well, we decided to get one for Amazing Heart Farm last spring. After sitting in storage for a year, it’s finally found a home in Hannah’s garden. Nasturtium flowers…

Additional Products Offered Through Our CSA

We’re pleased to offer an 8 week bread share through Bakewell Farm this season! With every bread share, you will receive one loaf of organic pain au leavain. The loaves are sourdough with a 15% whole wheat & 5% whole rye addition, have good keeping qualities and are versatile. You can learn more about Bakewell Farm…

Farm Dinner for CNG at Beech Springs Farm

As a Board Member for Certified Naturally Grown, I know first hand how hard the organization works on behalf of its members. And that’s why I’m helping to organize its very first CNG Farm Dinner Fundraiser at Beech Spring Farm on July 15, 2017. Buy your ticket today!

Cook With What You Have

Katherine Deumling studied food and culture in Italy and Mexico (on a Thomas J. Watson Fellowship) and grew up in Germany. With years of cooking in various parts of the world (and quite of few of those in Oregon blessed with our unbelievable bounty) she has a good sense of what works together, some of the tricks you need to make the simplest ingredients sing, and mostly how to feed hungry mouths with the least amount of stress and the most amount of satisfaction.

National CSA Sign-Up Day

Community Supported Agriculture Programs (CSAs) have evolved to fit many different models but the basic structure works like this: during the late winter and early spring months, when the farmer needs money to purchase seeds and other supplies for the season, members of the local community purchase CSA shares. In other words, they buy their…

Why I Farm

In spite of the fact that “farming skipped a generation,” as my dad used to say with some relief, when, in the summer of 2009, my husband and I moved into our little farm-house in Cashtown and started fixing it up, my dad was the first one to lend a hand. And when I’d track chunks of fresh dirt onto the front porch after a few hours of work in the garden, my forehead covered in sweat, he’d smile at me with that special glimmer in his eye, offer me a sip of his coffee and say, “I just wish you could have met your grandfather.” I’d settle down next to him on the porch swing then. My father had a gift for bringing the past to life. The stories he told of his childhood were simple stories, but so warm and tender, sometimes funny, and always engaging. He wasn’t just telling you about something he remembered; he was inviting you to enter his past, to share in the experience all over again.