“ It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between. Kristin Kimball
“ Food, a French man told me once, is the first wealth. Grow it right, and you feel insanely rich, no matter what you own. Kristin Kimball
“ We drove out of New Paltz heading due north. Squeezed into my tiny hatchback, among our boxes and bags, were my dog, Nico, the hens, and the humming hive of bees, its openings covered over with tape.… Kristin Kimball
“ Mark came home late one frozen Sunday carrying a bag of small, silver fish. They were smelts, locally known as icefish. He’d brought them at the store in the next town south, across from which a littl… Kristin Kimball
“ Maybe most important, farm food itself is totally different from what most people now think of as food: none of those colorful boxed and bagged products, precut, parboiled, ready to eat, and engineere… Kristin Kimball
“ There is no such thing as escape after all, only an exchange of one set of difficulties for another. It wasn't Mark or the farm or marriage I was trying to shake loose from but my own imperfect self,… Kristin Kimball
