Stories

Six people, one slightly temperamental filler and four thousand cans before lunch. Tom walks us through a Thursday.

The best botanicals rarely grow anywhere glamorous. Notes from a wet August walk along the field edge.

Every June we drop everything for fourteen days. Here is why we still pick by hand, and what happens if we are late.

It used to be a pantry. Now it holds a year of summer on strings. A short tour of the best-smelling room we have.