When They Come

Sunday morning sunshine feels different than any other light.  It’s more robust, more golden, more open, somehow.  And right now, the farm is fairly glowing with it. If I’d ever been to Ireland and stood overlooking a range of hills in the early morning,...

Happy Easter!

Today is a holy day for me. A day when I remember that I am loved utterly and completely for all of who I am, when I remember that every other single person is loved utterly and completely for all of who you are on this beautiful, spinning globe.  I am reminded of the...

The Chronicles of a Worried “Mama”

It’s cold here today. Really cold, and last night it was in the 20s. In anticipation of last night’s hard freeze, Philip and I spent an hour lowering the heat lamps in the brooder, and he humored me as I convinced myself that putting thin pieces of...

Guinea Keets In The House

When we pulled into Dunreath Farm, a gaggle of Chinese Crested geese greeted us.  (It amazes me how I knew they were Chinese Crested – my days on the board of a CSA tught me many lessons.  As we pulled around the house, we say ducks and then guineas in a pen. ...