The Open Gate Farm On Camano Island, Washington

Dear Friends of the Farm:

Thank you for the pause!  Refreshed and ready are words too weak to describe what it did for us!  More on that below.

This week, the boxes will be back and ready for your orders.  Again we have gone to the garden and discovered the items listed below.  All you have to do is send this email (or another one) back to us noting on it how much of what you would like and we’ll have it fresh and ready for you on Saturday morning by 10:00 a.m. in a bag or box with your name on it up inside the stand.  The green tackle box will be out there for your money.  We may be around or we may be down the island cutting some firewood.  Winter’s coming!

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Dear Friends of the Farm:

Two more weekends and our season will be over.  Officially.  October 23 will be the last day! L  Of course if you have a hankering for a head of lettuce give us a holler and we’ll have one for you long as the lettuce lasts.  Or any of the other tasty tidbits growing out in the gardens.  360-387-4449 is the magic number.  Operators are standing by.  If a duck answers, don’t worry, they’ll get us the message.  The cat on the other hand…

The rain washed out the plant sale last Saturday, so we’re going to have it again this weekend.  “Name Your Price” on all the stock up there in the nursery!  Jacinto Caamaño would be proud of us…hanging in there until we’ve cleared the decks.  And this weekend, it will be all three days!  Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.  And when you come by for your plants, bring that shopping list for these healthy goodies:

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Dear Friends of the Farm:

More than once folks stopping by the stand in the summer have said something like “Where do you get the material for your newsletters?” and we shrug and mumble something like “well, it just sort of shows up.”  This is one of those weeks.

It began a couple weeks back when we noticed Harley, our elegant Brahma rooster, galloping.  Not often you see a chicken gallop, but by golly he looked like he was fresh from the Kentucky Derby.  Feathers flying in the wind, you could almost see the little jockey on his back encouraging him to chase those girls.  Then the other day we realized his gallop had deteriorated into a limp.  He needed a cane but the store had none in his size. (more…)