Sculptor, weaver and fiber artist Andrea Myklebust has come a long way from urban centers and metro lines to a farmyard where she cares for the goats and sheep who grow the wool she will weave by hand.
Read articleShops and co-ops link knitters and locally grown wool
It’s a quiet movement, sliding the yarn over the needle, pulling the loop through and repeating. The the feel of wool can be warm and earthy in your hands.
Read articleCan you feel the sap running today? (March 3 newsletter)
Sweet — That scent in the air like caramel over wood smoke — it feels almost unreal after all this last year, but it’s here. The sap is boiling.
Read articleMoonCloud seasonal cocktails bring warmth home
How about a drink with a kick for a night with frost in the air — a touch of pumpkin, honey spiced with ginger and cloves? At Moon Cloud in Great Barrington, you can pick up a carefully blended bottle to bring home.
Read articleParisian pastry adapts to the country at the Lost Lamb Bakery
Pumpkin tarts and spicy chocolate mousse … clam chowder and crusty baguette … where does New England meet a French pâtissière? In Stockbridge, Claire Raposo runs the Lost Lamb bakery and cafe.
Read articleThe Berkshires Farm Table Cookbook savors local stories
On a warm and quiet day, Elisa Spungen Bildner was sitting with Kim Wells, the farmer at East Mountain Farm in Williamstown. They had walked up into the woods where his pigs forage in summer …
Read articleA-Ok Barbecue spices up take-out in style
She is an Australian artisanal bread baker trained in New York. He is a former Manhattan chef and a butcher — a Russian Hungarian Jew from Connecticut. Together, at A-Ok, they are inventing Berkshire barbecue.
Read articleReclaiming Land, Reclaiming the Body: Z Estimé and Roots Rising
Z Estimé reflects on their experience with Roots Rising and the importance of connecting their body’s health with the environment.
Read articleGotland sheep grow silver fleece and grassland
Laura Gates lives at Shepherds Craft Farm in a house she and her husband built themselves, with tall windows and beams of honey-golden wood, and she can look up on a fall morning to see silvery Gotland ewes grazing in the field.
Read articleJohn Steinbeck calls attention to fall color on the back roads
If I could be anywhere in the world today, I’d be here. I might be here in 1960, when John Steinbeck drove through with Charley (his dog) in the cab of his truck.
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