Cranberry Beans, photo credit: ©2010 Paulette Tavormina. All rights reserved. Our first “farm” was on the rooftop of our New York City apartment building. ...

Josh and I were recently asked to ride in a town holiday parade.  This did not surprise us.  Having grown up in small towns, both of us are well aware of the...

Strong and Sturdy Before The Beekman was lovingly restored, it had been abandoned, left to weather the brutal elements atop the hill it has graced for more than...

Driving back to the farm, I marveled that there was still enough light at 9:30pm to see goats in the pasture.  It reminded briefly of the long summer evenings...

At the time William Beekman operated his mercantile it most certainly would have served as a postal drop-off point—just one stop along the 2,000 miles of post...

In the midst of a long winter it’s very tempting to casually abandon our Beekman 1802 Creed to live each season to its fullest.   But without the pale pallete...

I can’t help it. As hard as I try to be a hopeless romantic, I just cannot divorce myself from the years of my life spent in the pursuit of scientific reasoning. I’m...

When I was little, we used to sing a song during the holidays about giving a penny to those in need Christmas is coming The goose is getting fat Please put a penny...

Many of you have noticed that my “To & From” entries have become few and far between.  When I first started penning those missives, the farm was...

Earlier this year, our life at The Beekman Farm was chronicled in an excellent article in the New York Times.  We heard from hundreds of hundreds of people who...