Foster, 31, sees the land and the sky as it used to be, feels on her hands the dirt that has kept her family fed for more than a century, and hears the spring peepers that serenade along the fringes of Sagg Pond, just a few hundred yards west of her home. I wish her the best as she continues to keep her piece of the East End pure. She talks about the birds that come and go through the year. Foster writes about her life as a farmer on Long Island. It is her voice that wins you over.
Sometimes I spend two hours painting a damn pea on a horse. Was it on the new book shelf or did I read about it somewhere? We are continually improving the quality of our text archives. She's my scarecrow without impact. A memoir of modern American life on the farm by a modern farm woman, the fifth generation of her family on her farm in Long Island's Hamptons. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. Either way, this has been languishing on my list probably since publication in 2003. Instead, she joined her brother in the family business, a 600-acre potato farm in Sagaponack, N.
Where did I find this title? She hasn't forgotten about her art, however. Advertisement As for her father, Cliff, Ms. I started it seventeen years ago, lost it to a computer death and tried to recreate it, populated it with lists I found online, and added books that I wanted to check out from work when I knew I wouldn't get around to reading them. She begins with winter and the quiet months of fallow. The family was feeling pressure to sell the land, her father needed help with the potato crop, and she'd always admired her brother Dean's farming skills, so she decided to go home and lend a hand.
I grew up on the North Fork on land that was once a potato farm, so reading about Foster's experience as someone who continues to farm in the midst of wealthy suburbia hamptonites was quite fascinating. Register a Free 1 month Trial Account. Southampton Press, column writer, 1996—. There is a fetching modesty to her impressions, as though farming were Zen-like for her and settled her place in this world. After graduating from college in 1994, the author decided not to take any of the career paths usually followed by liberal arts students. She talks about planting, irrigating, and harvesting.
Pages can include limited notes and highlighting, and the copy can include previous owner inscriptions. Fine Signed by the author. The book is organized by season and each season contains vignettes about her rural life. Foster said, ''there is a small element of nature that is absolutely persistent. She writes about the wildlife that encroaches on the fields as well as the developing land around her.
An unread, tight, clean, sound copy in color wraps with only very, very minor overall shelf wear. She talks about planting, irrigating, and harvesting. Many would just as soon take the shifty, unreliable month right out of the calendar, erase it like the thirteenth floor. Grackles amble like window shoppers, so distracted by the goodies that they ignore my clapping hands. Foster planned on being an artist, but fate intervened when her family needed her help on the farm during a drought in 1994.
Today she is a permanent part of the team. Some birds batter the shells with their beak until they can pull the peas through the tears, but not grackles. She knows who buys her heirloom tomatoes, her stubby fingerling potatoes. Where did I find this title? I narrow my hands until I have just a corridor of different greens. Publishers Weekly, April 15, 2002, review of Dirt under My Nails, p. Instead, Foster tries to concentrate on the pleasures that make farming life so rewarding for her, chronicling the four seasons with entertaining accounts of farm activities. To me, the common vegetable, though taken for granted, is also sacred.
Either way, this has been languishing on my list probably since publication in 2003. I grew up on the North Fork on land that was once a potato farm, so reading about Foster's experience as someone who continues to farm in the midst of wealthy suburbia hamptonites was quite fascinating. From toast with her family at breakfast to hauling irrigation pipes to pulling fat burdock roots from the soil, her story is intimate and simple. Foster is a potato farmer in Sagaponack, recently named the most expensive small town in America. She writes of the plant and animal life on her land through the changing seasons as well as the encroachment of residential development on the environment. I throw them on the compost heap, where they roll off the top to settle like spilled baubles between the dead leaves and slatted walls.
A great book to dip into. . I found myself thinking that maybe I should take up bird watching, at least from my front window, and I remembered the smell of a hay barn in the hot summer and all the silly things we got into as children in the middle of nowhere. It is conceivably the last chance a farmer will have to imagine obstacles rather than confront them. She calls it ''an outrageously fancy display'' of odd but lovely and delicious varieties -- Green Zebra and Mr. Not planning on becoming a farmer, she went to college and received a degree.