The One-Year Anniversary

It seems impossible that one year ago yesterday I moved into this house, that my friends were trying to figure out how to position a huge trunk full of yarn in my bedroom, the biggest room in the farmhouse, that I mowed the yard with my shoulders by ears for fear of...

Everyone, Meet Trapper

We made a big change in farm life this week.  It was a hard change for many reasons, but a good one for many more. We traded in Philip’s pick-up for a more fuel-efficient Subara Impreza that I named Trapper after the seal in the children’s books. That...

The Good (If Tired) Life

It’s a trying thing to work full-time, run a side business of crafts, keep up with a house and pets, stay in touch with friends, and plan a wedding.  Throw in “hosting the wedding” and, well, let’s just say that TIRED has a new sense of depth...

Laying Stone for the First Time

As a child, I used to “help” my dad lay stone walls all over our mountainside yard. I would sit and hand him tiny pieces of rock that he placed into retaining walls that terraced and retained the slope of our shady land.  I loved it. So when Philip and I...

When the Farm Cavalry Rolls In

Historically, I expect soldiers in battle felt even more elation than I did on Saturday morning . . . but my emotions were best summed up by the phrase, “And then the cavalry rolled in.”  Except there were no horses, just weedeaters, chain saws, and 5...