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A stranger cometh Christmas Eve

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Joseph — Lord of the Land
Rousseau — Faithful Dog, Protector of the Lord’s Land
Cat 1 — Lead Hunter of Small Mammals
Cat 2 — Lead Hunter of Indoor Insects
Cat 3 — Lead Hunter of Elusive Birds viewed through Stalking Window
Husky-Girl — Lost Maiden

As written by Jacqueline, Scribe and Lady of the Land
Scene: Late evening on the longest night of the year, in the foothills far to the east, on a rural farm

Joseph: Lord of the Land

Joseph: Come, faithful dog. It is time to do our rounds in the fields.

Rousseau: I am at your side, my Lord.

(they walk)

Rousseau: The cows are moving in the field. They should be sleeping. Something is afoot. A rustling in the grasses. There! Behind the blessed cows.

Rousseau: Faithful Dog, Protector of the Lord’s Land

Joseph: What is it, Rousseau? Have you found something?

Rousseau: My Lord, do you hear?

Joseph: No, but my ears are not as fine as yours.

Rousseau: And there, on the wind. A strange scent, like no other I have smelled. My Lord, is it in your ken?

Joseph: No, but my nose is also not as fine as yours. What is it you sense?

Rousseau: Stay back, my Lord! Someone runs in the field. Await me here. I shall run and see who hides in the darkness.

Joseph: Be safe, my faithful one!

Rousseau: My Lord! My Lord! I have found a stray dog here. She has the scent of foreign lands. I shall sniff her thoroughly.

Joseph: What is here, dear dog? Are we safe?

Rousseau: I am sniffing her lady parts, my Lord. Such strange and exotic scents. Wait, my Lord. Another minute, perhaps more.

Husky Girl: Lost Maiden

Joseph: Rousseau, you have found a female dog. Perchance, she may be of nobility and her family in woe that she is lost. She is of the Northlands. We must search for her house and inform them she is found.

Rousseau: Is she from the land of the Danes, my Lord?

Joseph: No. She may have travelled through Denmark to get here, but she hails from lands further north.

Rousseau: A Pyrenees from France? Or a Brittany?

Joseph: No, she appears of good breeding, but further distant to our lands. Perhaps across the great ocean.

Rousseau: The noble Newfoundland? Or could she be a Labrador from the icy water-lands?

Joseph: Please ask her, Rousseau. Dear maiden, where come you from?

Husky: (My Saviors, I cannot speak your language. I am lost. I am at your will.)

Rousseau: Alas, the language is foreign to my ears. Though she does appear to be especially energetic and athletic.

Joseph: She must have travelled a longly ways. Come, we will head back to the manor.

Husky: (I am found! I am found!)

Joseph: I believe she most resembles a breed I have heard tales of, but until now have never seen. I believe she is a HUSKY, a lineage from the far northlands of the Americas, Let us bring her to the manor where she can dine and rest while we seek her family.

(Joseph brings her into the garage where he takes a photo to post on Facebook and thus seek her noble house.)

Joseph: Maiden, it is late, nearly midnight. Eat of this food I have prepared for you. And I have made you a bed where you can rest while we seek your family.

Husky: I shall sing the song of my ancestors until they are found.

(Joseph brings Rousseau into the house and they ready for sleep.)

(1 a.m.)

Husky: Ancestors, I call out to my family. Tell them I am safe but not yet found.� Rousseau: Dear maiden, I shall echo your calls until your family hears.

Cat 1: Master, awake! There is a dragon in the land. We must flee!

Cat 2: Lady, awake! Come this way, under the bed!

(2 a.m.)

Husky: Ancestors, awaken and find me. I call and call you.

Rousseau: Arise! Arise! My Lord, she needs more of us to call with her.

(3 a.m.)

Husky: Ancestors, Find me. I do not suffer as I have my keen hunting skills. I have miraculously found a covered metal bin that smells rich in reward. I am doing my best to unlock the canister.

Rousseau: Dear maiden, I wish to be at your side and assist you but I am trapped in the Lord’s house. Nonetheless, I shall call and encourage you to further your efforts.

Car 1: Lead Hunter of Small Mammals

Cat 1: Master, awake! I cannot find our brother. I fear the dragon has done him no well.

Cat 2: Lead Hunter of Indoor Insects

Cat 2: Lady, awake! We have made room for you here in the closet. Come quickly!

(4 a.m.)

Cat 2: Master, awake! We have searched everywhere for our brother. He is lost.

Cat 3: Lady, awake! I am here! I have found a hiding place from the dragon. Follow me into the basement of the manor where it is dark and there are many hiding places.

Cat 1: Master, awake! Indeed it is a good hiding place. And there is plenty of room for pooping, which we all shall now do to show we have claimed this territory, free of dragons, as our own.

Cat 3: Lead Hunter of Elusive Birds Viewed Through Stalking Window

Husky: I have succeeded at last in opening the canister. It is, indeed, filled with many smells. Alas there is little food. These farmers, they are composters and they do not have much surplus. What they have I shall spread throughout this garage so they know I have given my best to this discovery.

(5 a.m.)

Husky: Ancestors, I am here.

Rousseau: I call with you. We shall not sleep until we find your family.

 

(6 a.m.)

Husky: Though the skies are still dark, I shall keep up my song.

Rousseau: Likewise, I shall sing the ancient chorus of all lost dogs with you.

(7 a.m.)

Husky: I am hoarse with barking. As the light comes over the mountains, I shall rest my bones.

Lord Joseph and Faithful Dog Rousseau

Rousseau: While you rest, dear one, I shall keep up the call with sporadic yips and trills asking if you are back awake yet.

Cat 1: I continue to growl through the window to keep the dragon at bay. Sleep, Lord and Lady. You are safe under my watch.

(8 a.m.)

Phone rings. The husky’s family has heard of the miraculous saving of their lost daughter and they hurry here to accept her back into their care. Joy! Joy!

Rousseau: Be well, fair one. I am grateful the song we sung through the night roused your family and you have been rejoined. Joy and happiness, I shall sing long this day.

— Jacqueline Freeman, Friendly Haven Rise Farm

For Breakfast: A pan full of Luck

Joseph came in from the hen house with breakfast fixin’s. He was so confident about what was in this egg that he cut TWO holes in the “Eggs in a Frame” he had in the pan (we’ve also heard this called “Toad in a Hole.”)

We get these doubles fairly often, which I take to be a good sign. Either our hens are extra healthy and prolific egg layers, or we’re just plain lucky. I’ll go with all of the above.

This entry was posted on December 1, 2010, in Farm Life.

Is your car unlocked?

Is your car unlocked? When you get home you’ll discover you have four squash, each as big as your head, under a towel on the back seat. I’m sorry. I had to hide them there. It was the only way for me to insist you take more than I already pressed on you when you arrived.

This is the GIGUNDO squash plant that volunteered in our compost pile two months ago.
And this is the 5-8 lb Italian heirloom squash we’re getting about 8-10 a day of. I carry them back to the house in a wheelbarrow.
Now I want you to know, I’m not complaining. They are the sweetest, tenderest squash we’ve ever grown. We saute them with butter, eat them raw in salad, and Patti suggested we puree them and freeze them to use as a soup base all winter. All good ideas. I will probably come up with more because I think right now we’ve got about 150 more in some stage of development and more beautiful golden blossoms coming out all the time.
Why so many? Here are the culprits.
Easy to see the first bee on the bottom covered in pollen. Then there’s the next bee deeper in, pollinating away. And way down under both of them, there’s a third bee. Each of them wearing enough pollen to decorate six more squash blossoms with. Yes, they are doing their job, and lined up to do it with every squash blossom that opens its petals. And that’s why we will probably harvest close to a half ton of squash this fall from ONE PLANT.
So come on over. Bring an appetite. I’ve got squash fritters frying up right now and I’m working on squash cookies. Or maybe a nice little squash gelato. 
What? You can’t find your car keys? I can’t imagine where they might have gone. You search the kitchen while I dash out to the driveway to see if you dropped them there. Don’t come out unless I yell that I found them, okay?
warmly, Jacqueline
This entry was posted on September 21, 2010, in Farm Life.

Haying, Forever Young

Finally the rain stopped long enough for everyone to get their hay cut, dried, baled and bucked into the truck so we could load it into the barn. Here’s a video of the last run through the field, picking up stray bales.

This entry was posted on July 23, 2010, in Farm Life.

Fall Farm Photos

I woke at dawn and nudged Joseph awake. Here’s what the first hour of our day looked like. 

The light coming in the bedroom window woke me up. 
  
From the window we watched the light roll through the orchard …

and then the sun began rising.
Joseph and I walked up to the field.
The mist still blanketed the garden.
Looking across to the south we could see the whole valley.
The cows waited for us to appear with bins of apples.
Miss Amelia always has a kiss for Joseph.
I watched Missy and Harmony eat apples while Max nosed in his bin …
and then I went to feed the happy chickens.
The sunflowers glowed in the early morning sunshine …
I saw an early rising honeybee gathering pollen from the flowers.
We walked down to the house as the sun tickled the cosmos …
We stared out toward the barn as we poured milk, cooked eggs and slathered honey on our toast.
warmly,
Jacqueline & Joseph
This entry was posted on November 9, 2009, in Farm Life.

Spring around the Corner

Today is sunny and warm and we have about 1200 daffodils all around the farm that are standing tall with blooms a day or two away from opening. The greenhouse is ALIVE with salad greens! Some are leftover from fall and going to flower and seed, others are ready for eating. Chard, orach, kale, parsley, brussel sprout and borage flowers, pea sprouts and five kinds of heirloom lettuce make their way into every salad we eat these days.

This is the time of year when we feel like we are nearly caught up and in another two weeks I’ll wonder whatever possessed me to imagine something like that. For the past two weeks Joseph and our farm helper, Tom, have been banging nails and sawing wood. They’ve made two “last a hundred years” grape arbors, put a new roof on the stairs porch, cleaned up the barn, and are about to finish last year’s tile project in the guest cottage.
We just finished grafting 103 heirloom apple trees onto rootstock. We sold half of them last fall to folks who attended our Heirloom Apple Tasting and kept the rest to plant here. The holes are dug and soon as I finish lunch we’re going to get them in the ground. Our goal is to have 200 different kinds growing here in the next few years.
Back in central Massachusetts my dad built our family home on seven acres of apple orchard he bought from our elderly neighbors, botanists especially interested in apples. I grew up in an orchard where each apple tasted different than the one next to it and ever since have been enamored of apples. It’s no surprise that I want to create our version of that magic place on our farm.
The apple trees are ready to bud out and the cherries and pears have a few blossoms already open. I checked on the bees and even though we have little bloom out, they are arriving back at the hive with pantaloons full of golden pollen which they found somewhere on the outskirts of the valley. 
Our first dozen baby chicks hatched January 29th and are now fully feathered and chasing bugs in the grass. They’ve moved out of our mudroom into the broody coop. Next week they’ll join the bigger ladies. The hens in our main flock who are at the bottom of the pecking order will, in a few short hours, ascend to midway up that ladder. Alas, the little ones will be the bottom gang but soon as they’re full grown in a few months there’ll be another shift and they rearrange themselves again.
Brenda, our neighbor who teaches the Backyard Chicken class, has a hundred chicks ready for our first annual Rent-A-Chick season. Many people buy their kids baby chicks for Easter but a week later they’ve lost interest and drop them off at the Humane Society. Sad because it doesn’t teach the kids an appreciation of life, just that animals are entertainment. We’re renting the chicks for a week or two at a time, over the next few months. This way people can tryout keeping them and see if it’s something they might like to do on a longer basis, too. We even made it onto the 6 o’clock news!

Brenda’s got the little babies all ready to go home in a fully setup box with a warming light, feeder, waterer, roosting bench, bedding, food and two chirpy little chicks along with lessons in how to care for them. They get to keep them for a week. People start coming by today to get the first batch and we’ll go right through summer. The folks who want to keep them will be invited to the “Backyard Chickens from A to Z” class where we can show them how to raise these ladies in a good way. Fresh eggs for breakfast!
   
Speaking of chickens, they’re laying twice as many now that the days are longer. This week’s abundance has turned into spinach and scallion quiche, vanilla and chocolate custard, omelets, deviled eggs and blackberry crepes from the berries we picked last fall. If you live on a farm, you don’t go hungry.
This entry was posted on March 26, 2009, in Farm Life.

Snow Where It Doesn’t Usually Snow

 Bees snuggled safely inside their hive.

Living in southwest Washington we get hardly any snow. We had a snowstorm about 5-6 years ago and spent an afternoon sliding down our pasture hill on scraps of old cardboard, so when Joseph saw a toboggan for sale a few years ago, he snatched it right up in case we’d ever be visited again by snowflakes. 

We originally come from New England where snow falls from October to April and though we don’t miss blizzards one bit, when we had a few inches of a snowstorm all those years ago, we did wish we had a good sled on hand.

That toboggan sat unused for all those years until just before Christmas when an arctic wind visited and over a week’s time dumped about ten inches on us. As you can see the farm looked peaceful and beautiful. What you don’t see is how we ran around the day before the storm — when it was still a balmy 54 degrees — covering all our garden beds with row covers, tarps and cold frame boxes.

It got so cold last week that much of our winter garden gave up and decided to become mulching material for spring. Nonetheless some hardy plants survived:  brussel sprouts, kale, red cabbage and the parsley that lives in the coldframe. Also everything underground did just fine, all the potatoes, sunchokes and even a few onions. It amazes me how some plants, even in freezing cold temperatures just say, “Brrr…,” then shake the ice off their leaves in the next melt and continue growing. Isn’t nature wonderful?

Our hens completely refused to set one bony foot on snow. They stayed inside the coop or wandered out under the roofed area to eat from their feeders but nary a chicken track appeared in the snow.

  Joseph walking up to the chicken coop with Remy.

We’ve been keeping our cows in our neighbors’ pasture just up the hill. Normally we milk our cow in an outside stanchion all winter. Hardy souls that we are, if it’s raining we wear a rain hat. But our neighbor’s barn has inside stanchions and I have to tell you, in the freezing cold snap, I sure was happy to be inside and milking. Not that it was warm by any means, but we at least were out of the wind and snow flurries.

When I milk our cow, no matter how cold the air is, if my fingers are on her warm udder and my head is resting on her furry side as she eats hay, I feel warm. Soon as I stop, even with long underwear on, the air immediately feels bone chillingly cold again. 

Marcus and Shari had a grand time chasing each other all over creation in their first snow!

Normally we make the seven minute walk up to the barn with our hot water jugs twice each day to feed and milk. If it’s a dark and rainy night, however, we’re not above driving the car up to stay dry. But snow isn’t the same as rain and who wants to drive uphill in snow and risk getting stuck? 

Joseph finally had an opportunity to put that dusty toboggan to work. He suggested it would be a good way to carry our heavy hot water jugs up there so we bundled the bottles in a cloth bag and tied them on. Off we trundled with the toboggan dragging behind us. It was a lot easier to walk through the deep and icy snow with the toboggan carrying the heavy bottles.

But the best part was after we finished our cow care tasks and walked out of the barn into the fresh snow drifts. Joseph sat down in front so he could steer and with one milk jug under each arm I snuggled myself behind him. Speedily we sailed down the hill, coasted at a fair clip across the straightaway and then picked up speed as we yelled and hollered across our field, past the greenhouse and sledded down the path to home.

A few nights later the rain returned and overnight we went back to winter drizzle and green grass. Tomorrow’s supposed to be 50-something and sunny so I’m thinking it will be a good day to get started on pruning the fruit trees. Hope you’re staying warm this winter.

Jacqueilne & Joseph

Friendly Haven Rise Farm

www.FriendlyHaven.com

Venersborg, WA

This entry was posted on January 13, 2009, in Farm Life.

Our December Garden

Who would guess that on December 1 we have 30 different vegetables growing in our garden? That’s the Pacific Northwest for you. True, it does drizzle a lot but the overcast skies keep the warm air down here where our pretty blue borage flowers are still blooming.

I was surprised myself at how much is still growing. I had our milk cow on a lead line, letting her wander around the gardens eating foot-tall green grass and everywhere I looked, I saw something edible. 30 vegetables and herbs, two kinds of apples in the trees, a few purple grapes still on vines, two edible blossoms and three flowers blooming.

    

Heirloom lettuces in the greenhouse, purple kale and parsley are outside where they like the chill.
      
Greenhouse tomatoes, outside spotted trout lettuce hunkered close down in the ground, big healthy rosemary that stays out all winter, burgundy red radicchio.
      
Spicy orach, white onions (look at those healthy roots!), a few sweet concord grapes still hanging off the shed roof where they’re now bird food, and a little cauliflower from the patch. 
  
Celery growing in two different beds, red cabbage heads that have been visited by slugs. Not to worry, we have enough for all.
    
Can you believe we still have blue borage flowers blooming? Just in case any bees make their way outside on a sunny day! Brussel sprouts will be ready soon, and a few small beets are still going.
  
These are the last of the basil plants in the greenhouse, spindly but hey, it’s December! The next photo is our big project this week, covering our new bed with a layer of cow manure and then stacking deep piles of wet hay on top. By springtime this soil will be ready for healthy new plants. In the meantime our hens have had a fabulous time sorting through the wet hay to see how many worms they can find. 
We’ve also got sunchokes, the sweet tuber that’s kind of like a potato. As usual I overplanted this spring, and what I hadn’t harvested last winter also regrows. If you miss one and leave it in the ground, five or more will grow from that one. We probably have 400 right now and I’m getting pretty good at serving them five different ways. I have to dig a few buckets full and bring them to our local food co-op and share the bounty. 
Also found three rosebuds nearly ready to open, some winter apples that are FINALLY ready but since we have so many apples already stored in our garage, I’ll leave those for the birds to peck at all winter. 
This is winter gardening. I admit there’s not much that looks lush right now, but it’s all still growing and we can go outside and pick a fresh salad every day. 
We regularly go out and dig potatoes through the winter. This year I planted a half dozen kinds including some that are red, some white and some blue potatoes. I got these from Ronniger’s Potato Farm in Colorado. If you want to plant something EASY, get some. You can order a catalog from them and immerse yourself in the incredible variety of heirloom and unusual potatoes. Fresh potatoes taste nothing like store potatoes. And you can grow them in a garbage can or even a stack of old tires filled with hay or dirt. Really, they aren’t fussy.
The first settlers out here often planted potatoes as soon as they arrived. The potatoes loosened up the soil as they grew and in springtime the settlers had their first crop ready AND they didn’t have to do as much work to fluff up the soil to get the rest of the garden in. You really ought to try them. 
This entry was posted on November 29, 2008, in Farm Life.

Spend Time at the Farm with us

Ever thought visiting us at the farm might be a good idea? This year we thought we’d invite a few friendly, interesting people to spend time with us on our biodynamic farm. 


When we first wrote this, the harvest had just been brought in, the gardens put to bed for the winter and the fruit, meat and vegetables preserved, dried, canned and frozen for the coming seasons. A rare time of quiet.


Each time of year has its special qualities. New gardens and births come in spring, summer when all is lush, fall with the generous harvests, and winter’s quiet time of reflection.

We decided it would be a fun idea to share our roomy farmhouse, our joy and our knowledge with good people showing them what we do here:  Farm skills like milking a cow, tending chickens, making cider, learning about bees, and cooking up great meals made with healthy, organic ingredients. 

Often we bake pies. We may pick greens or dig potatoes and sunchokes from the garden for dinner. You can meet our cow, Miss Amelia, collect eggs, make eggnog and cheese, take a hike to the waterfall. Bring a favorite game for evening if you like. 

If you stay for a few days you may learn about bees, honey skin care or help bake some rustic tarts. Chop firewood if you feel so inclined. We’re always open to talent nights, too. Bring a poem to read, art to show, song to sing, dance for/with us or just watch and applaud. And if you want to sleep in and lounge about, feel free to do that. Help out with our daily farm chores and learn all kinds of interesting things about our animals and the gardens. Or just lie down in the field and describe the clouds.


 

Sound like fun? We have room for up to eight people at a time. No pets (we have PLENTY of animals). This is family style so expect to make your own bed and help with dishes. Our intent is that this time be relaxing for all and full of laughter. 

Cost is $125 per person for the overnight. We ask that you pay half when you reserve your spot and then pay the other half when you’re here. 

See more of our farm at http://www.FriendlyHaven.com (lots of pictures).

Our experience tells us we get along best with easy-going people who are interested in good health and have a well developed sense of humor. If you’re like that and wish you had a farm to go home to, pop us over an email and we can talk. 

warmly, 
Jacqueline & Joseph Freeman 
Friendly Haven Rise Farm

This entry was posted on November 5, 2008, in Farm Life.

Outhouses and Antique Apples

If you live anywhere near us in southwest Washington, come on over to our heirloom apple tasting event on Saturday, Oct. 18th. We’re going to have TWO HUNDRED different kinds of apples to taste.

Here’s a look at the event if you didn’t get a chance to see it when we did this with summer apples in August. (Our friend Lisa Fenderson made this video and she did a great job on it.)

Lisa’s video of Apple Day

Our farm is east of Battle Ground in the sleepy village of Venersborg in the Cascade foothills. We have three commercial buildings in our town: a tiny general store, the two room church and the one-room schoolhouse that’s on the national & Washington Historic Registers.  The 1912 schoolhouse is the oldest continuously operating community building in Washington. For the past two years I’ve been president of the local community club. Once I didn’t show up for a meeting and — surprise-surprise — I got a phone call telling me I was the new prez. That’s how it works here. 

The median age of our members is, I’d guess, about 78. I think there are three of us who are under 60. I may be exaggerating a little but not much. (In case any of our members are reading this, of course there’s not a one of them who looks her age. Country living can be either marvelously kind or sunburntly unforgiving and she’s been kind to our group.)

This little building is heated with a hundred year old giant woodstove and we use outhouses when nature calls. Which brings me to why I’m writing this.

These ladies are getting on in years and the outhouse is a problem for many of them. You’d know what I mean if you, as I have, handed an 83 year old lady a flashlight so she could take her walker and trundle up the path in the woods in the rain in February to use the loo. Quite a few of them say they can’t come to the meetings anymore because they can’t easily use the outhouse. Or, worse, they don’t drink anything for half the day before they come so they won’t have to use the outhouse which certainly isn’t healthy.

They’ve wanted a bathroom in the building since probably before I was born. I am determined this year to get a bathroom (small sink, low flow flush toilet, that’s it) put in.

Over the past ten years these ladies have raised a few hundred dollars each year raffling off handmade quilts and afghans, hosting baked goods auctions, running a tiny annual yard sale, ice cream socials and craft days. That money took care of upkeep on the little building and the rest went into savings.

They let boy scouts, the cemetery commission and local people have meetings and get-togethers here for no charge, although many folks do make a small donation. The money raised was enough to get the permits, perc pits dug and a simple septic system designed. At this rate they need to do this for another dozen years and I wonder how many of them will be around then.

Right now we have donations of materials and labor from local folks to build the bathroom. We need about $6000 more to pay the septic installer and a few other bills and we should be able to get the job finished. Up until now all our events have been local but with the apple event, we’re reaching outside of town for support.

On Saturday Oct. 18 from 11-4 our farm is co-hosting an heirloom apple tasting at the schoolhouse to raise funds toward the bathroom. We’ll have 200 different kinds of apples to taste, luscious pies to eat, unsprayed apples to buy. Choose which apples sing to your taste buds and we’ll make trees of those types to plant in your yard. The generous folks from the Home Orchard Society will be on hand to help identify apples and, hopefully, to find some rare ones among what gets brought in. Last year we learned one of our old farm trees was so rare it was thought to be extinct and now is rediscovered!

First I want to invite you to come out to the schoolhouse for our apple event. Bring friends. Eat pie. Munch on red-fleshed apples or purple skinned ones or apples that taste like pineapple. We’ll have kinds you can’t even imagine.

Below left, Kandil Sinap. Right, Duchess of Oldenburg (from the 1600s)

          

On left, the red-fleshed Russian Crab (a BIG apple). Right, the sweet Swedish Make.

          

While the ladies have volunteered to help out, I think the energy required may plumb tucker them out so I’m also putting out a call for some helpers.

Admission is $5, kids are $3 (under 6 free) and volunteers can eat as many apples as they like. I’m not going to let the ladies price the cookies this time though. At our tag sale in September they each baked a few dozen cookies and then priced them a quarter each because they were so concerned that someone might not be able to afford one. I would have charged a dollar for the whompin’ handful of still warm made-from-scratch brownie and given a free one to anyone who looked quarter-challenged and hungry. I keep reminding them that this is a fundraiser and it’s okay to charge a few dollars for a slice of homebaked apple pie like the one our neighbors Scott and Brenda (and son Kyle) are making here …

      

or the pies our sweet farmgirl helpers from Dee Creek made. 

If you want to help slice and handout apples you’re welcome to pitch in. You’ll learn all kinds of things about heirloom apples, or you can slice pie, pour cider, sell buckets of fresh apples or take tree orders. It all helps. If you want to volunteer, give us a call 360-687-8384.

If you’d like to munch 200 apples and contribute a few dollars to the town’s flush fund, we’re glad to have you! The schoolhouse is located at

24317 N.E. 209th St. in Battle Ground, WA, a pleasant country drive about a half hour north of Portland, OR.

Visit our farm’s website — read more stories and see pictures!

warmly,

Jacqueline & Joseph

Friendly Haven Rise Farm

“Where Spirit and Nature Meet”

This entry was posted on October 8, 2008, in Farm Life.