Monday, August 12, 2013

a quick hello to any who stop by...

Spending most of our hours out of doors, filling our selves with summer. We feel as if we've lost many days and sometimes the urgency overpowers. Then we remind ourselves we have the rest of our lives.
am I really the only woman in the county who washes her chicken house windows???

is he really having the time of his life?

lots of time yet to grow a delicious garden despite the late start
We try to remember to enjoy the journey, and so

the pond garden is taking shape
there are evening fires at the pit beside our pond garden.
Yesterday together we put up our first pickles of the season.

Not our own cucumbers, as they are just learning to climb their fence. (Thank you Mary for giving me your extras.)
spinach, lettuce, arugula, kale, beet greens, basil, chives, parsley and radishes just gathered 

We try to notice those creatures who share this incredible ridge meadow farm.

As I type this Jerome is playing the organ and not on his knees pulling out weeds and invasive grasses. I feel the radiant buoyancy of grace.


  1. You are living the dream, and I am delighted for you both. Such a fun partnership! Well done, you two. xoxoxoxoxoxo

  2. It is all coming together now isn't it Sharon? I am happy for you that all your hard work in preparing the farm has paid off.

  3. Ask him to play something loud and crashing, please, so we can hear it in Chicago. Thanks!

  4. Yes, I do believe you are the only person to wash chicken windows =) No wonder they love living on your farm.