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The Alleged Farm is located in the Town of Easton, in the rolling hills of southern Washington County, New York. We farm on fields under continuous cultivation since 1788 and take our stewardship of the land seriously. For us, that means a commitment to sustainable practices such as crop rotation, controlled grazing, minimal tillage and the use of cover crops and compost in order to promote and maintain the health of the earth.

We are also committed to growing tasty and healthy crops. We believe that fresh local produce tastes better and that crops grown without the use of synthetic fertilizer and pesticide are better for you and for everything that lives on our farm. We do everything we can—from choosing varieties to choosing when to harvest a crop—to ensure that our customers receive the best possible produce.

If you want to try some of our produce—and we grow everything from artichokes to zucchini–you can join our CSA or visit our stand at the Glens Falls farmers' market. Individuals and businesses can also contact the farm to arrange purchases.

Thomas Christenfeld
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The Alleged Farm News - 18 August, 2016

This week’s share: Genovese basil, Beets, Cilantro, Eggplant, Garlic, Lettuce, Melon, Mustard greens, Walla Wall onion, Squash, Tomatoes


This will be brief because I am at a rowing regatta. And for the first time in 31 years, to race as well as to watch.

What, one might fairly ask, would cause a farmer to take up arduous aerobic exercise? Well, as I have already indicated, I have not really taken it up, just returned to it. Though that just avoids the real question. Certainly, I am not returning to some earlier triumph. I had one of the least distinguished rowing careers possible. Nor am I trying to make up for past failures–and even if I were it is frankly quite unlikely I would succeed.

So why do I get up insanely early three mornings away to mess about in boats before a day of farming? I blame Liz. She started it. She joined the team last year and I never fully learned to sleep through her departure. I figured if I was going to wake up at that hour anyway I might as well get something in return.

Though clearly I should have sought something good. Something like a decent croissant, a good mug of tea and a challenging crossword. Instead I have ended up with 75 minutes of strain and frustration, plus the occasional blister, which is an odd way to start your farming day since a farming day generally just consists of another eight to ten hours of strain and frustration, plus the occasional blister.

I am beginning to wonder if maybe I just have a taste for strain and frustration. That would certainly help to explain both rowing and farming. Or maybe I just like blisters.

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