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...

Of Fire Pits and Barns

Things are hoppin’ here at the farm.  Last night, Dad brought over a huge load of rocks reclaimed from an old barn wall.  Starting tomorrow, he and Philip will lay them in a dry stone wall to form our fire pit.   I’m so excited to see this happen.  (Stay...

Sunset Flowers

A perfect valley. Nestled between two ridge lines.  As if a glacier had once lived there.  That’s where we are getting our flowers for the wedding. Last night, Philip and I drove out to Blue Heron Farm to meet with Bev Lacy, the flower farmer.  She strolled over...

Not Yet a Year, And Yet . . .

It has not yet been a year that I’ve lived here.  Not yet a year of waking up in the farmhouse’s largest room.  Not yet a year of living with only one drawer in the kitchen. Not yet a year of Meander waking in the night and having to check for a skunk...

Maybe I’m a Recluse

When I pull back onto your farm after a wonderful evening with good people talking about good things and feel a sigh of relief and pleasure so intense that I almost cry, it becomes time to question whether I might be a bit of a recluse.  This week, I have left the...