Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Current Inventory: Porterhouse, Beef Rib Steak, Flank, Bone in Rib Steak, Top Round Steak, London Broil, Eye Round Steak, Brisket, Short Ribs, Stew Beef, Soup Bones and Ground. While supplies last.

Try out our box special for additional savings. The box includes 10 lbs of ground beef and assorted steaks.

Friday, September 25, 12-9
Saturday and Sunday, September 26 & 27, 12-6

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


With the end of summer, the oncoming fall brings reflection and appreciation for family and all the support and love they give me.


Summer vacations have passed. All the wonderful moments shared with family and friends are memories richer than any material item that could have been purchased. Family meals offered sweet time for conversation, stories and laughter. With music we sang and danced, being silly and having more fun in the kitchen or on the beach than any big concert could ever bring. 



Children have gone backed to school, near and far. They grow physically and emotionally, becoming the unique individual people that they are meant to be. It is all so bittersweet, watching them rise to challenges and blossom.

 Autumn brings the busy harvest season to the farm and the work load seems endless. Each day is filled with small tasks which we take on to bring us closer to our goals and realize our dreams.

It is a blessing to be surrounded by those you love. Each moment with family and friends enriches our lives, strengthens our purpose and fuels our passions. Family makes all the work worthwhile. 


Thank you to my entire family and close friends who have believed in me, given support with positive words, presence and assistance. See you all sometime soon, at the next event on the farm, at the school events, birthdays and holidays. Looking forward to laughing and singing and making more valued memories.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Evening Cattle

I wonder how many cow photos have been taken on Adventure Farm over the past 65 years.
Numerous, to say the least.

One of my grandfather's favorite pastimes was driving through the fields, every evening, checking the cows and fences. I realize it wasn't a pastime though, it was part of farming, part of the responsibility that goes with taking care of the land and the animals. It meant keeping ones eyes open, observing every moving creature and every passing cloud.

I had the privilege to be along with him on many of his rides. I grew up on the farm and spent a lot of time in his presence. I often drove, sitting in his lap, long before I could reach the pedals or steer properly. We went out in his automobile of the moment, most likely a Chevy, because Chevy was the only proper car, and never a truck, mind you, always a nice car. He drove his cars like trucks, watching for ground hog holes but there was no way to avoid the cow manure, set out like land mines throughout a field full of cattle. He was religious about cleaning the car at least once a week or more often on a particularly messy outing. Cleaning meant the scrub brush on a pole, maybe a power washer and definitely a blower for the inside.

On our journeys we saw hawks, red-winged blackbirds, bluebirds, all acceptable. Groundhogs, foxes, buzzards and beavers were not. My grandfather planted apple trees for the wild animals and didn't particularly like to hunt. We looked at the cattle and when birthing season was upon us, deep winter, around Christmas as I remember and always the coldest time, we watched even closer. If a cow was chewing its cud then everything was alright. Occasionally, we got to witness the birth and see the almost effortless process. Sometimes, birthing didn't go so well and a tractor and chain would help the calf along. I wasn't witness to these more harrowing experiences. Sometimes the calf wouldn't make it, or it would be orphaned and would have to be bottle fed. If you acted quickly enough, you could switch a newborn orphaned calf on to another new mother, but this didn't always work. Growing up on a farm teaches you the most basic facts of life in a crude but truthful manner.

Tonight, when I took my grandmother home from dinner at our house (pizza because I cooked way too much this weekend and couldn't bear to look at another tomato or cucumber), the cows were all gathered around the fence of her house. The mist was coming down and dusk was near. After a wet summer, the grass is greener than usual, it's a jungle out there. It was a sight; the black cows against the green grass against the yellow corn tassels against the deep green of the distant trees and the blue ridge mountains shrouded in misty white. The cows let me approach them. They stared back. They stood still. We looked at each other. The only sound was their breathing, heavy and sometimes a snort or heaving sigh. And all I could think was how lovely and peaceful life is, how sweet the lessons are if you can just allow yourself to listen and open your eyes. It takes patience, faith and confidence to fully live and farm. It is a battle against all odds and at the end of the day, you better take a cruise around and take it all in, breathe in and breathe out and thank all forces for your existence and pray to make tomorrow a better day.
Seeing the cattle around the farm always makes me think of my grandfather. I miss those days of driving around with him. My grandfather is always here with us and I try to follow his guiding hand, hoping I can keep the farm going and do what's right by him, the land and the animals.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Viognier Harvest September 5, 2015

We harvested our second batch of Viognier on Saturday and we still have grapes on the vine! It's a bumper crop and we are thrilled, knowing that we will have plenty of 2015 Viognier wine!
Cheers to the grape of Virginia! Cheers to one of our most popular and best wines!