The noticing season

Did you know that we live in a beautiful place? I forget sometimes. I’ve been here long enough that I’ve forgotten to be a tourist in my own backyard. Everything has become “normal” and I forget to notice the astounding beauty surrounding me. I know I’m supposed to,...

Laughter

​I read this the other day: “How wonderful is it that we laugh because our bodies cannot contain the joy”. I love to laugh. Who doesn’t? I love the random acts of funny that people create just for the amusement of others. This, I believe, is the only true altruism....

Roots

​Someone recently pointed out that we are never quite done becoming. That we are not just one “thing”. For so long I’ve clung to the identity of “farmer”, it never really occurred to me that I have already been other things, and that I still have yet to become another...

Catching our Breath

This week ends in October. I watch, with alarm, this year slip through my fingers with liquid ease as I attempt to hold onto it with my iron grip. The farmily, the most productive season ever, the warmth: all of it sliding away from me. Then I realize that this only...

Inside jokes

Something came up at Merlefest this weekend that reminded me of a joke we have on the farm. I laughed and wanted to share the joke with my companions but it was going to take a lot of backstory explaining and would definitely not be funny to anyone who wasn’t there....