By Liz Neumark | June 30, 2014
Summer 2007. I will never forget the speed with which our neglected acres came to life. Bit by bit, Farmer Bob plowed and nurtured the soil transforming it from impassible and soggy brambles to productive fields. Our first harvest was in a corner near the white fence field where beautiful rows of tomatoes thrived. An unexpected miracle. The rest of the veggies that year were planted in a borrowed field across the road. Every Sunday morning, I drove upstate to harvest tomatoes loading the car with whatever would fit. It was heaven and set the stage for what was to follow.