I chose the name Headlamp Farms when I got home from work at about 5pm one day in the late autumn. I was pulling a bale of hay out of the truck to set up for the rabbits and chickens and came to realize that I was always out doing farm chores by the light of my headlamp. Either because I have a full-time day job or an active urban life or because the sun sets so early for 5 months of the year, sup
plemental light has always been essential. In addition, I've always liked the image of the headlamp as a symbol of searching. The other half of my farm-life is foraging -- searching for the bounty that nature provides either in the city or in the nearby mountains and waterways. The Pacific Northwest is full of edibles. From Chanterelle and Morel mushrooms to geoduck and razor clams to huckleberries and stinging nettles. And my work on the farm helps in a deeper search -- searching for how I fit into the world and searching for meaning. Caring for my crops from seed to sprout to plant, raising my animals in the best way possible, preserving the bounty of the wild for future generations -- all of these help me to focus my energies toward positive change. I hope you enjoy the site. Come over for a visit, come play with the hens and relax in the sanctuary of my little urban retreat.
