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We are so fortunate to have our very own resident poet as part of the *cino community! For several years running, Elisabeth Wenger has been writing a poem especially for our annual Huss Future Festival. This year, the Quiet Park dedication provided the perfect occasion for her beautiful word-smithing: As a bee going into a flower for...

The dragonflies are LOVING the Huss Project Farm this year and they can't wait to take you on a whimsical, winding tour this coming Saturday during Huss Future Fest 2018! They'll be available 9:00 a.m.-4:00 p.m. to demonstrate their skill at balancing on top of ropes, fences, posts, Jerusalem artichoke stalks, and many more vertical...

One of the core ideas shaping the work of the Huss Project is that we all need a balance in our lives between stillness and activity. People describe this balance in various ways: contemplation and action, inner work and outer life, and so on. At the Huss Project, we love to play, make music, grow vegetables,...

The butterfly weed is blooming at the Huss Project Farm! This is a bright orange variety of milkweed that attracts pollinators, and more pollinators means more veggies. This year, we’re growing food on about an acre of our land for our community of volunteers and our neighbors, especially those who have a hard time affording...

Here is a draft of our new site plan for Huss (read below the image for more information): When we first purchased the Huss School property in Three Rivers, we had a lot of ideas, but no specific plan. That was intentional. We knew that if we were going to help create something that contributes to...

Editor's note: For the third year running, our friend and local poet Elisabeth Wenger wrote a beautiful poem to help us celebrate Future Festival. She's become the Huss Poet Laureate. Thank you, Elisabeth! Come! Let me embrace you in my arms of gentle rage, taught as bowstring, tight as catgut, a tug you and I both recognize. Let me...