Wilson Tulip Farm

My family owned a 40 acre farm at the corner of 170th and Baseline in Beaverton, Oregon for almost 90 years. In that time we sold everything from turkeys to corn to tulips. Three generations of our family grew up there chasing pheasants, raising animals and shelling peas. Our people were born and have died…

Nostalgia

I love our new life here in the “big city”, but sometimes I’m caught off guard by my feelings of grief and nostalgia for our farm life.  Yesterday I sold our big ‘ol riding lawn mower.  We bought it with some of our wedding money two-ish years ago and can’t even turn it around in…

A Sense of Neighborhood

This morning I got a call at 7:30.  It was my neighbor Jill with a terrible flu asking if I could substitute for her in Dallas.  The kids were up and changed, eating cereal and watching cartoons in the bedroom.  15 minutes later I had them bundled up in their jackets with Paul and I…

I steal other people’s apples

Let’s be clear.  While I love and admire the movement, I am NOT a Portland new-age, city-type, backyard gardener.  Even though I’m not on a farm right now, I still consider myself to be an honest-to-goodness real-time farmer.  So it’s hard for me to comprehend fruit tree ownership.  In the country if it looks like…

How’d we get here from there???

  When I bought my farm 8 acre farm many years ago, I thought that was the last place I would ever live.  I loved it there.  I bought my chickens six weeks before I moved in (visualize: 12 fast-growing hennies roaming around my rental house).  Later that summer I bought my first goats and…