Working and Rooting

On our dining room table, a tiny candle is flickering, giving this quiet, foggy morning a dance of grace, much needed for my weary self.  We’ve had a busy weekend – guests here on the farm and a concert with the amazing Joy Ike and her sister Peace at my...

The Grace and Mercy of This Farm

God’s mercy and inexhaustible fertility are such that much good came from what might have been an irredeemable mess.  — Kathleen Norris in The Quotidian Mysteries This morning, I reserved two puppies – a male and a female Great Pyrenees from two...

When Friends Gather

This morning, Philip and I are at Dad’s place.  We spent yesterday hiking around Bremo with his girlfriend Jenni and her hiking club.  It was wonderful to explore this land with them. We had a bonfire last night and big bowls of chili. Now, everyone is cooking...

A Cabin, A Stream, the Future of Memory

Three sides of the farm are edged by creeks. At this time of year, they burble . . . like a gleeful baby who has learned to blow bubbles.  On Meander’s nightly trips to “the facilities,” I can hear them dancing just below us. Yesterday, Phillip and I...