Mother Nature is in the midst of a serious seasonal identity crisis in my part of the woods. In the matter of five days, we have experienced a 50+ degree temperature swing, going from -15 degrees below zero, to a balmy 57 degrees and back down to 28 degrees. The waterfalls on the farm don’t know…
One of the most peaceful places I know, is in the barn, late at night. Away from the rest of the world, the only sounds that are heard is the slow, methodical chewing of hay… The clanging of the stanchions as the cows jockey for position, trying to find the spot and the soft, low…
The first fall of snow is not only an event, but it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world, and wake up to find yourself in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment, where is it to be found? ~ J.B. Priestley
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The Farmers in the Dell 