Let the beauty we love,
be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
The Farmwife Diaries
Apr 5, 2010
As I do each morning, I pull aside the checkered curtain in the bedroom and look out the window. My first glance outside each day offers a green view into the boughs of the magnificent old fir we call "grandmother tree." Between the feathered fir needles, if there is a breeze, I can catch glimpses of sky. For me, the sky can make or break my mood; for the farm, the weather can make or break a season.
Mar 31, 2010
A semi truck rumbles down the road one early Spring morning and my boys, alert to the sounds of heavy equipment, press their noses to the window, riveted by the sheer noise and motion of the thing. We hold our breath as this vehicular behemoth crosses the little bridge over the creek (relieved when the beams hold steady) and then our youngest son dashes to the door to put on his boots. For the kids, it's time to play in the sawdust. For the farmers, it's all about the mulch.
Mar 19, 2010
Elijah Swan lives in the hand-hewn, cedar-shake cabin of my imagination. He is a mixture of muse and mentor, who whispers wisdom and walks his talk, and inspires me to make a true story of my own life.