Farming in the Blue Ridge

When people use the word “farm,” images of John Deere tractors often come to mind.*  People picture wide fields of crops.    But here in the Blue Ridge, the tradition of farming is linked to the tradition of the mountains – to smaller fields, herds,...

It’s Really Happening – The Dream

Cabin fever finally set in just a bit more me last night, after four days confinement here in the house.  Now, I think I’m finally ready for Spring and will be looking for the hillsides of daffodils to come up on the farm as soon as they’re ready. These...

The Grace of Help – Goat Fencing

This morning, I am very grateful for five men – four of them are in our pasture as I write – finishing our goat fence.  The fifth – my dad – is resting up after a hard day of installing fence posts yesterday.  We do as much of the work here as...

When the Farm Fills with Words and Song

This morning, I feel a bubble of energy, excitement, enthusiasm growing just behind my ribcage as I think about all the amazing people who have and will come to share their art at the farm. John Francis graced us with the gift of his music at our wedding.  Joy Ike and...

The First Barn Sketch

Philip gives a lot of his lunch hours to God’s Whisper or my projects.  (Visit here for the cover he designed for my book.) Today, he put together sketches for our barn so that we can contact a company and get started with price quotes. I didn’t take a...