Sometimes the smallest surprise in nature changes the way we see the world. A return visit to Heckscher State Park, a tiny patch of Brown-eyed Susans, and Emily Wilde's faeries reminded me that careful observation often leads to unexpected connections.
National Farmers Market Week begins with a slower Saturday at the CCE Farmers Market in Eisenhower Park, giving this beekeeper time to wander, visit neighboring vendors, and celebrate the community behind the market.
Honey is more than a sweetener. It's the work of thousands of bees, the craft of the beekeeper, and the story of a season. Here's why every drop deserves respect.
During a summer run at Hempstead Lake State Park, I found myself noticing something unexpected. The invasive plants I'd grown used to seeing across Long Island were missing, replaced by native flowers that support pollinators and restore the landscape.
Sustainability Saturday at the Eisenhower Park Farmers Market sparked conversations about simple swaps, reusable kitchen products, and what sustainability really looks like in everyday life.
One little soap saver bag started a conversation about scent, handmade soap, tea, and the simple moments that make a rainy farmers market unforgettable.
I came to Caumsett State Park for a 5K summer run, but it was the Walled Garden—with its towering Russian sage, busy honey bees, and remarkable brick wall—that stole the evening.
A Saturday at the Eisenhower Park Farmers Market turned into something much more than a day of selling honey. From conversations about health and everyday challenges to an unexpected American elderberry purchase, this week's Farmers Market Report is about the people who make our local market community so special.
Lemon Bomb isn't lemon flavored—but it has become one of Backyard Bees' best-selling lip balms. Discover the story behind the name, the ingredients, and the customers who made it a favorite.
A watermelon rind, a shovel, and a backyard with lifeless soil led to an unexpected Fourth of July reflection about earthworms, healthy gardens, and the dirt beneath our feet.
