A Self-Sustaining Safe Haven

For a minimal expenditure and an hour or so of effort night and morning, the farm gained a steady, dependable income. All this conformed to the ideal of my grandfather’s generation of farmers, which was to ‘sell something every week’ — a maxim...

Abundance in the Throes of Summer

Just a little of the abundance thriving in this place today: Yesterday, 12 writers drove away and left the blessing of their presence here.  I can still feel it, even through my fatigue.  (You can read more about the Writer’s Retreat here.) This morning, I...

The Recovery Of This Place

This morning, a breeze that promises rain confirmed by upturned leaves is shooing away the humidity like beauty itself.  From where I sit, I can see a hummingbird sitting on our clothesline, taking a gander at her land.   I’m on our back porch, and I find myself...

Female, Faith, Farm

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief… For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. – Wendell Berry I have a few heroes in this world – Anne Lamott, my dad, Wendell Berry, and Jenna...