The Value of Cleaning Up Poo

Right now, I am sweaty, probably smelly (although I’m not sure I smell myself yet), and gross.  Chicken coop gross. . . and I feel wonderful. I just cleaned up the pine shavings in the coop, scrubbed the waterers and gave the gals and Xander fresh water, and...

Driving, Dreaming, Building

We spent this weekend on the road – taking a quick trip to see my grandmother and then staying with some dear friends at their timber frame house in Pennsylvania.  As we drove the quiet roads, we pointed out house after house – barn after barn –...

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...

Chicks and House Plans and Tears

I keep trying to write something beautiful and poetic today, something that translates the melted snow into the hope of spring, but the truth is that this week has been a hard one on the farm for me.  Reality – namely financial reality – has smacked me...

It’s Really Happening – The Dream

Cabin fever finally set in just a bit more me last night, after four days confinement here in the house.  Now, I think I’m finally ready for Spring and will be looking for the hillsides of daffodils to come up on the farm as soon as they’re ready. These...