From the mountains to the coast, North Carolina (NC) farmers are raising a crop underwater.
Kitchens aren't the only place consumers create food waste.
Do you and your grocery store have the same definition of "local?"
Mother Nature dropped up to 10 inches of rain over parts of our state within a 36-hour period this week, causing creeks and rivers to overflow their banks. Many houses and fields along those waterways are now under water.
Sweet potatoes have been bedded in the field since the end of March. Every year, farmers bed “seed” sweet potatoes in the field. The seed potatoes will sprout, and those sprouts, or slips, will be cut and transplanted to the field in May and June. The sweet potatoes grown from those slips are harvested in the fall.
Fruits aren't the only crops susceptible to freezing temperatures.
This past Sunday when I picked my oldest son up from his preschool-age class after church, the teacher pulled me aside.
“Your son made me so proud today,” she said.
These are words every mother loves to hear. I was curious about what he’d done in class to make her proud.
She went on to explain. The class had gone out to the playground, but instead of jumping on a swing or climbing up to slide, my son went over to a bare patch of dirt.
“Don’t you want to play on the playground?” his teacher asked.
Farming doesn’t wait for the sun to rise, or stop just because it goes down.
Last week we experienced a first on our farm. We planted our first sweet potato beds.
Before we started growing sweet potatoes, I assumed they were planted like white potatoes. Pieces of white potato are planted directly in the field. This method does not work for sweet potatoes. Instead, vegetative cuttings are transplanted into the field.
Where do these cuttings, called sprouts or slips, come from?
Agriculture takes care of our own. We are doing it without front-page coverage of the fires. Without aid from groups claiming to care about animal welfare. Without government assistance.
Toy tractors aren't "inside" toys, at least according to my little farmer.