“You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time.” – Jim Bouton
Baseball has been so instrumental to us here on the Farm that it seems right we pay homage to it. Some things just go together, and the Harms Family and Baseball is one of them.
The pruning of the persimmon trees and various other fruit trees was done during winter dormancy. Pruning requires knowledge, but also experience and a bit it of common sense. Getting advice from experienced farmers and reading articles on pruning has given me more confidence...
My first job in life was holding the cow’s tail while my mother sat on a wooden box and milked the cow. There was whole line-up of cows stanchioned in the barn waiting to be milked by my mom and dad. My dad had rigged up a wire stretched from one end of the barn to the other with little wire twists behind each cow for hanging up their tails, but I was still ordered to hold the tail ...
It had been nearly 20 years since I had last visited, yet I felt so at home. The revival of this brand has drawn me so close to the original Harms Farms that I felt a sort of magnetic pull to go back and visit the place where it all began.
Similar to the inception of Harms Farms 2.0, what basically started out as an idea turned into a reality. A spontaneous road trip to visit my longtime friend, Guysen, in Eugene, Oregon, brought me within striking distance of the farm, which was a mere three-hour drive away. The day before my planned departure back home ...
People in America are quite possibly in the worst physical (and mental) shape of all-time, but we can change that, and what better time to turn the page than the start of the New Year?
I understand that we are in the midst of a pandemic and that many lives and livelihoods have been lost. This is something I take very seriously ...
