Wayward Haven Farm
A sanctuary for learning and growing in seasonal rhythm with nature
Notes from the Haven
Small, true dispatches from life here, what’s stirring in the fields, what’s taking shape in the work, and what’s being learned in the quiet hours. A way to share the rhythm, the questions, and the slow, steady making of a life lived as well as it can.
- From the Hermit's Porch (10)
- Notes from the Haven (16)
- Seasonal Offerings (9)
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Early May brought a light frost, a handful of nipped plants, and a kitchen full of vinegar as Jo canned…
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This week, we tucked 176 tomato plants into the soil—along with tomatillos, eggplant, peppers, and a handful of other warm‑season…
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It’s hard to believe we’re already halfway through spring. The sun keeps inching northward along the horizon, and the trees…
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If worry is the thief of joy, then no wonder so many of us feel stretched thin these days. The…
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Spring is waking everything up at the Haven—broccoli forming, herbs settling in, bees patrolling, and new sprouts pushing through the…
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Optimization isn’t a life strategy. Living well begins when you stop shaping yourself for someone else’s gain and start tending…
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The ground is stirring again—warm days, cool nights, and plants stretching toward their next home. This is the season of…
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We live in a world that thrives on our activation — a constant hum of urgency, vigilance, and emotional baiting.…
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Well, April has arrived. We had a nice, unexpected rain overnight, which I’m sure the garden plants welcomed. This past…
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You won’t think your way into capacity. You’ll practice your way into it — slowly, gently, honestly. Capacity grows through…
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Spring arrives in its familiar Kentucky way—not yet warm, not yet steady, but full of hints. The first opening has…
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When life feels urgent, the quiet things—sleep, nourishment, movement—are often the first to go. But these basics shape the conditions…
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Cold days and a brush of snow reminded us that spring still keeps its own counsel, even when we’re standing…
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How often do we ignore our inner yearnings—the pull toward peace, retreat, solitude, rhythm? How often do we answer the…
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Even with the wind and the rain, the Haven is open. This week we tucked brassicas under cover, planted asparagus…
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There’s a saying that floats around from time to time—Bloom where you’re planted. There’s some truth in it. The soil…
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We’re just a couple of days away from our first opening of 2026. We cleaned up some brush around the…
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Some mornings I sit here and notice how easily we crowd the field of attention. Sometimes it’s because something painful…
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Opening Day is coming fast.Friday, March 6 through Sunday, March 22 — 1–5 PM dailySpecial Hours Saturday, March 21 —…
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Some mornings I sit on the porch and wonder why we humans stretch our attention so far past its limits.It’s…
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Opening Day is coming up fast.Friday, March 6, 1–5 PM.We’ll keep those hours every day through March 22.On Saturday the…
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Winter gathers everything close. The cold presses in, the work slows to a hum, and the days ask for a…
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We’re just over a month from Opening Day, March 6, here at the Farm. Join us! If you’re thinking about…
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Greetings, Wayfarer! As we make our way through these cold January days, I’ve been spending more time noticing the small…
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Opening Day Announcement A few years ago, we experimented with a vegetable stand here at the Haven. Between weekend farmers…
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There’s a kind of intuition that doesn’t come from impulse or fear. It comes from something deeper—what I’ve started calling…
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Yule: The Way of Return In the longest night, the lantern is lit. Darkness is deep, yet within it, light…
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Threshold of shadow, we honor your closing breath. You held us in the hollow— where silence spoke, where the veil…
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Samhain marks the beginning of the Descent season, a time of introspection and transformation at Wayward Haven Farm. As the…
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I often get ahead of myself in the season. Descent, for example, has been a challenging one. I left my…