The Simple Things

We own 15 acres of land here – a gift we have been given the honor of caring for.  Most of that land is pasture, long opened up from the native oaks, cedars, and poplars that once covered it.  The hillsides are etched with the tree lines that have remained with...

The Lessons of a Blustery Day

This morning, when I went out to feed the animals at first light (the end of Daylights Savings doesn’t mean an extra hour on a farm.), the wind was coming in billows from the field behind the farmhouse.  If an illustrator was drawing the scene, she would have...

House Becoming Home

I don’t know if you have these moments, but I get them from time to time – where everything seems just right in the world – even when so much isn’t right.  I had one of those moments last night as I rode Vulcan on his first turn to mow around...

First Days

To be honest, I’m not sure what to write here today.  There’s too much to share and too little I’ve processed fully, so I’ll just give you some highlights, if that’s okay.  1. All the animals and humans are here on the new farm.  It took...

Holy and Hard – The Moving Begins

This morning, we had our first near frost, and the Great Pyr puppies were frisky – as if the cold dances in their blood. . . I completely understand.  (Meander, however, is tucked under a blanket on the couch snoring.) In about an hour, dear friends will arrive...