I got my Covid vaccine booster shot yesterday which means I’m feeling a little punk today; not enough to stay
I live in two places — the house and then also the barn. The rhythm of any given day is
About life, death and healing.
The farm, our farm, IS a lot of work; it is also a great source of joy and personal satisfaction. It’s not just the big picture of it, but the little scenes that make my heart sing. A hundred times a day these things catch me – – first my eye, then my heart. I am swept up in the beauty of it, the intimate moments that arise because we are woven together, both two-legged and four-legged, in a web of caretaking and daily living. Someone is always eager to share those moments with me.
I am so grateful for the barn. I cannot think of a better way to start this story of our
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken
I want the barn to be done. Done, as in moved in, lived in. Done. It is not that kind
Work is steady on the barn. It’s still all about the framing, but the roofer stopped by today with a
It’s been ten days since the start of the barn project. The concrete workers finished yesterday although they will return
We spent a big chunk of the weekend getting the inside of the barn ready for what has already begun happening
Mornings start at the barn. The dogs know that and pace between the bedroom and the door until the zip
Behind and down the hill from the house sits a pole barn; a rustic structure with slatted sides, metal roof, and