Absence and the Heart

I miss the farm. It’s been almost a week since we’ve been there because of visits with family for the holidays and then a scary few days with Philip’s dad when he had chest pain.  (He’s visiting his family doctor tomorrow, and we hope to have...

The Season of Waiting

Yesterday, our neighbors hung their twinkling lights on their front porch – the blazes of hunter orange speaking almost as much of the season as the lights themselves.   Late into the dark last night, our other neighbors moved earth, making way for something...

When Dreaming Turns to Doing

Whew, this week has been a whirlwind, but sadly, most of that frenzy was not for the farm . . . except of course, Philip’s sowing of the rye by headlight. See, I’m publishing a book in the next few weeks. And Philip is using his amazing skills to help me...

Farm Safety, Angry Roosters, and Women Farmers

I’m sitting at Dad’s dining room table, bacon and pancakes on the stove as Dad cooks us breakfast.  We’re fueling up for a farm safety workshop here in Fluvanna.  I’m not sure what to expect – lessons on eye protection and work gloves,...