The Cackleberry Farm

Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) Jordy bounded out of the snow to greet us, ears flying back, carrying a paper cup in his mouth, and his whole body wriggling with excitement. His human, Steven, followed, much more sedately, to tell us that just 5 minutes ago he had sold the...

Hippo’s Christmas Surprize

By Al (a bird) What with all the cold and darkness, not to menshun the freezing cold and well, lack of sunshine, Hippo is just not herself. She even quit working on our article about essential oils. I reminded her that we have an important job to do – that the animals back home...

Scents and Sensibility

Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) “Pee-yew,” squawked Al very loudly. “That guy smells like a male antelope marking his territory.” Shhh, Al. He might hear you.” “He’s wearing headphones,” said Al. Al and I were on the treadmill . . . “A really dumb machine, if you ask me,” said...

Alsum’s Roadside Stand

Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) We could have gotten our pumpkins from a store, but Alsum’s roadside stand looked like much more fun. They have these paintings of pumpkins with holes which the humans stick their heads into for a picture. “Heads?” said Al, “humans only have one head!” “But...

Scales Family Farm

Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) We are Martice, Amy, Mason and Maxwell Scales. We are a family that is on a mission to live life as fully and as naturally as possible by getting back to nature and farming. Al and I are going to try something different today. First...

Aromatic Acres: Food for the Soul

Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) These lovely flowers are from Aromatic Acres, a chemical-free urban garden located in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin. Using regenerative growing practices – no tractors polluting the air and disrupting the soil, no fertilizer runoff, no harm to neighbors and downstream communities – they protect the balance of...

Alice’s Garden Farmers Market

Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) The red sun dropped out of sight as Al and I walked out the gate of Alice’s Garden. “That was a beautiful evening,” I said with a sigh. This was the Tuesday evening farmers’ market/neighborhood get-together/celebration of family and friends, good food and hope for...