This city boy spent the month of January 2012 living and volunteering at Finnriver Farm and Cidery on Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula. So many wonderful memories of my time there, you can catch up on all my adventures during that month in this blog post. (Including a link to my Edible Seattle article recalling my [More]
Hey, did you know I got to write about my month at Finnriver Farm for Edible Seattle? Grab a copy or a dozen of the November/December 2012 issue and read all about that memorable January. (UPDATE: My article is now available FREE in the Edible Seattle online archive: Chicken Friends and Mummy Berries. But you [More]
Shortly before I returned to Seattle I spoke with Jeff and Janet (pictured in the upper right), who are partners and manage the day-to-day operation of the farm, about what makes Finnriver so unique. “It takes a lot of people with different backgrounds to make a farm a business and a community,” Janet explained. “It’s [More]
I put together a photo essay for Foodista, inspired by how the snow at Finnriver Farm and Cidery has transformed the landscape.
I’m about halfway through my month here at Finnriver and I”m looking back on some of my favorite images and memories so far. This second half will be spent telling you about the great people I’ve been spending a lot of time with here. It’s been a pleasure getting to know Keith, Crystie, Jeff, and [More]
I have a secret to tell you about Finnriver Farm in January. It’s not all gray clouds and rain. Sometimes the sun makes an appearance. (Maybe a brief appearance, but let’s enjoy this moment in the sun, ok?) And in dramatic fashion. There is nothing more satisfying then emerging from your cabin in the morning… [More]
On a late August visit to Finnriver Farm and Cidery I viewed an abundance of blueberries. But when winter comes, a lot of work goes into making sure a bounty of berries are available in the warmer months. Here’s what blueberry bushes look like in the winter: Though barren, I actually find them quite attractive. [More]
My first day at Finnriver Farm was full of hard work (well, for a soft-handed city boy) but very rewarding. I’m already fond of the chickens and their unbridled enthusiasm for being fed. And during morning egg collection (some of them still warm), I was surprised at how many I gathered even though winter production [More]