Author Archives: Indian Creek Farm

IS THERE SOMEONE you care for with all your being? And they care for you? And you are good for them and they are good for you? But you can’t be together right now? It hurts.  And that’s how it … Continue reading →

DEAR FARMKETEERS, an old book blamed everything on a naked lady, an apple, and a serpent. But everybody knows it was a hippo and a raspberry.  This is the Raspberry of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.  You might scream, … Continue reading →

BELOVED ‘CREEKNIKS:  Yesterday was Independence Day, and we were quickly admonished by at least one Farm Fan that we should call it INTERDEPENDENCE Day. Fair enough.  Nothing says interdependence like the pageant of rampant nationalist fervor called the World Cup.  … Continue reading →

LOYAL ‘CREEKNIKS: There once was a strawberry named Raspberry. This was very confusing.  For everyone.  Snickering among classmates.  Jeering from the ‘real’ raspberries.  Awkward on the dating scene.  ID problems at the DMV. And there once was a raspberry named … Continue reading →

FARM FANS, there once was a strawberry named Raspberry.  Quite confusing.  For everyone.  Get the thrilling conclusion to that epic drama in next week’s Fresh Crop Alert. Meanwhile, another confusing story:  You can come NOW (Thursday and Friday) to beat … Continue reading →

DEAR ‘CREEKNIKS:  Have you ever heard of a strawberry pushover?  What what?  It’s a turnover, you say?  Well, sorry, but we have to correct your correction.  There are a bunch of strawberry pushovers right here on the farm.  It’s us. … Continue reading →

LOYAL FARMKETEERS:  We searched high and low for a strawberry-ginger kid to kick off strawberry Fresh Crop Alerts.  As usual nepotism “trumped” talent and we handed the job to Maximilian, scion of the orchard here at The ‘Creek.  After all, … Continue reading →

LOYAL ‘CREEKNIKS:  All signs say we are on the downward slope to offseason oblivion.  Heck, one sign even harkens back to the days of subprime rates, instructing you to “pay what you think it’s worth.”  We can’t slide much further … Continue reading →

EVERYBODY KNOWS that donut birds fly south in November.  We ought to be able to steel ourselves.  But it hurts.  It hurts and it just happened.  THE END. Well that was a bit DRAMA QUEENYYY.  It’s true that the donuts … Continue reading →

SOME SAY HOORAY; some say, No way!  When that single hour of light moves to the morning from the night, you get winners and losers.  Should we split it down the middle with the hatchet of compromise?  Give 30 minutes … Continue reading →