I can see my future: It’s dry, thirsty and bleak. On our farm, we live with drought daily, working with limited groundwater and learning to adjust and adapt, or to fail and abandon our fields. Water ...

An Armed to Farm event at the Berea Urban Farm. (Photo courtesy of NCAT.org Armed to Farm) I sit at the lunch table knowing my food is getting cold, too busy writing to eat. My two table mates are ...

As I drive across my family’s farm in the San Joaquin Valley, it feels as if I’m traveling on a chessboard. I cross one square with crops and then another without crops — our fields that must lay ...

This article was written by Keith Mears, who farms with his family near Delphi, Ind., and is a Conservation Steward with the America’s Conservation Ag Movement. The most important step to making a ...

I stared at the missing plant with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The previous evening, when I had closed up the greenhouse for the night, there had been a perfect row of beautiful young ...

The USDA report was neutral at best for corn. Yes, they lowered the corn yield, but demand decreased almost as much, leaving carryout at 2.2 billion bushels. Historically, when carryout has been over ...

Over the years, I have shared how my dad encouraged me to get outside my fencerows to make a difference on my family farm and beyond. That’s been a guiding principle for me as I think about how I can ...

I love springtime on the farm. Everything is fresh and green. Everywhere you look, you see life. It’s a time of renewal, of regeneration. Really that is what modern agriculture is about year-round.

Rewilding a farm to bring back threatened species. Derek Gow loved his life as a British farmer—but he didn’t love what farming did to animals and the ecosystem. In Birds, Beasts and Bedlam: Turning ...

Kelly Nieuwenhuis farms in Primghar and owns land along the planned path of Summit Carbon Solutions' pipeline. Being a farmer is not for the faint of heart. Year to year, we’re not sure what we’ll be ...

As I drive across my family’s farm in the San Joaquin Valley, it feels as if I’m traveling on a chessboard. I cross one square with crops and then another without crops — our fields that must lay ...