The smell of fresh wood, the sound of hammering and men working will dominate our memories of this, our first year in the place we are working to call home.
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.
Ask me how the house renovation is going. Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me about how … somehow .. I
I am so grateful for the barn. I cannot think of a better way to start this story of our