Laura Berlage

Back when my maternal grandparents were looking for a getaway property “up north,” a major selling point of this homestead was the expansive north field.

For at least six years, a particular pair of cranes has made their home in our north field — the one where the airplane used to land, the one that now is our main rotational grazing pasture.

Our resident hummingbirds headed out early this year, with the adults vanishing two weeks before Labor Day.

It's a sunny morning, with only a few passing clouds. Over head I can hear the buzz of a small propeller airplane. I look up to see the shiny metal object floating past.

“Oh, hello!” Kara walked into the south wing of the old barn and looked down in surprise. There in the morning sunshine lays rumple-faced Miss Marple, one of our Kunekune sows.

Having a long summer has meant the squash patches have had extra time to ripen — and they needed that this year. But when the first frosts arrived with a

Having a long summer has meant the squash patches have had extra time to ripen — and they needed that this year.

When you are a grass-based farm in Wisconsin’s Northwoods, hay is essential. It’s more than essential — your animals will have nothing to eat all winter without it. All through

Every year in the garden, some crops grow wondrously, and some are a bust. Every year, it’s something different. Two summers ago, you could hardly beg, bargain or cajole cucumbers.

Every year in the garden, some crops grow wondrously, and some are a bust. Every year, it’s something different. Two summers ago, you could hardly beg, bargain or cajole cucumbers.