What’s Growing: Mushrooms, Bees, Garlic, and What’s Next for OffGriddy
Julian Smit
An update from the property — what’s in the ground, what’s coming this spring, and why we built…
Tradition Is the New Rebellion
On choosing the slow way, a song written in the Yukon, another written in a barn, and why…
Community Is the Real Grid
Bonfires, maple syrup, goats, and a bratwurst that changed my life. On why showing up is the most…
The Ash Are Gone. What Comes Next?
The emerald ash borer has been quietly devastating Ontario forests for years. This fall, we came to terms…
The Garden Humbled Me (Here’s What I Learned)
Our first full growing season was rewarding, chaotic, and occasionally humbling. A dry summer has a way of…
What I Got Wrong About My Own Water System
I thought I understood how our water system worked. A dry summer, a struggling well, and a neighbour’s…
First Winter: Ice Giants and a Dog Named Shep
There’s a sound I wasn’t prepared for. Not the wind. Not the cold. Not the particular silence of…
The Harrowsmith connection
There is a North American native expression: “We do not own the land. The land owns us”. I have always believed that. Both my parents are immigrants to Canada, but I was born here. This country, this land, I am of it. It owns me.
The Artist Formerly Known as a Marketing Guy
An open letter to people visiting from LinkedIn… Dear #LinkedInFam (as some like to call it), I very much…
Who knew Medieval Times was preparatory education?
I never went to Medieval Times but I remember the TV ads—a spectacle of knights, jousting, and turkey…
