It's Saturday night, and the thunder is rolling into town. Crackling outside the open bedroom window, the claps sounding as if they are over the lake. The breezy air has finally cooled, and the drops are just starting to settle on the pavement below. Miss N is making magic in the kitchen downstairs. The whir of the Kitchen Aid and clanking of pans will yield homemade ice cream sandwiches by the end of the night. And yet, it feels quiet. Quiet in my head and in my heart. Calm.…Continue
Remember how earlier in the week I shared news of our farm? And then I typed these fateful words:
If all goes well, we hope to be farm owners this July (next month)! We are prepared for the inevitable hiccups and heartaches along the way, so we’re not attached to an exact date (although we do give up our city home on July 31!). At this point, the thought of non-stop action to…
This is a time for practicing patience, a time to be grateful for a full life and busy days.
You see, we found a farm. Our farm. A farm we knew to be ours as soon as we turned the corner onto Stuart Road and laid our eyes on the white colonial house set against the red barn in the distance, a sloping pasture of beef steer between us. It was the first clear-blue-sky day of the year, the first warmth of spring even though we were well into April. The image is framed in my mind...as we…Continue
It's been a long while since I've peddled a long distance, and Saturday's Ride to Farm was just the right reason to do so! I can imagine nothing so grand as a rolling ride through the green hills of Wisconsin's Driftless Region, a meandering loop from Barneveld to Dodgeville to Spring Green and…Continue