farms

No offense to our neighbors in Mexico or Chile, but I don’t want their produce, or anything grown upside-down in a hothouse. I want Mom’s.

The Beecher house welcomed a wave of visitors, all eager to see the “supercow” on pace to break a record.

The beribboned road leading to that neon-lit crescendo of summer, the Indiana State Fair, may provide an even better reflection of our agricultural heritage—and inspire the next generation to embrace it.

This year, we’re not leaving Indiana. The little woman and I will head to our farm in Orange County, where the people are humble, the landscape inviting, the snakes few and modest in size, and nothing untoward ever happens.

Indiana has a notoriously fickle spring—so what should we be planting this month? This man has answers.

A visit to Blackberry Farm is like a Disney weekend, with overnight stays and an itinerary of onsite epicurean adventures just six hours from Indy.