Kira’s Farm

It’s a pleasure enough to be able to eat well-grown food after speaking to the woman who grew it, but (hurrah!) I recently got the chance to SEE the very dirt Kira Kenney grew it on, too. Tucked against the backdrop of a wicked-beautiful ridge, we tramped up to Kira’s and helped harvest a little broccoli in the bitter, sun-bright cold the Friday after Thanksgiving. Right around her house, your voice picks up a good echo, too. It’s gorgeous. Thank you Kira, for the food and the lovely way you tend your dirt!