The Good Farmer’s Dilemma

The Good Farmer’s Dilemma

By Sophia Beem As a kid I ran among the corn with my cousins, green stalks rough against our red elbows. We played until we were tired and sweaty and ate ice cream that Grandma scooped for us out of a gallon plastic tub, which would later be used for scraps to feed...
Covering Up

Covering Up

By Zara Nyhus Pulling up to Two Mile Creek Farm, I had to smile, because owner Steve Buxton looks just like I expected a lifelong Midwestern farmer to look. He is tall, broad, and thoroughly sun-kissed. He wears thick brown boots, a tattered red hoodie, and blue jean...