Travel Journal 1: Santa Fe, NM 2020

I flew into Santa Fe Regional Airport Saturday evening to meet a friend i haven’t seen in years since she moved away.  The Air BnB we are staying in is beautiful and private,  and the adobe walls give the place a wonderful, snug feeling.   It was a bit of a fiasco at first, because the…

TRAVEL JOURNAL 22: OLD FRIENDS

The last installment of this crazy adventure was spent in Crest, a tiny medieval town with a lot of bohemian inhabitants in the Drome, very close to the homestead we stayed at in Ardèche. There is nothing in particular about the town that I stopped in for, except that a very old and dear friend…

TRAVEL JOURNAL 15: THE MOUNTAIN HOMESTEAD

We stayed this past week in the gentle, curving mountains of Eastern Ardèche. Shapes of hips and shoulders, knees and elbows form the landscape.Everywhere golden light spills through the tall, dark fir trees.The forest is littered with smooth, narrow pine cones, and the rocks glitter with hidden twinkles in the sunlight.The Romans left their mark…

Goat Stew with Parsnips and Raisins

More than a week ago now i woke up to a grim grey sky. I started the chores right away, hoping to be inside by Calcifer when the rain started. Things went quickly, despite the usual difficulties of the brooder lamp flickering out for the little ducks, and wading awkwardly through the 100 little meat…

Kale, Apple and Cheddar Salad

It was the middle of the night when I seemed to hear the dogs barking in the midst of a dream, gradually drawing me back from an immaterial world and into the loft under the dark rafters. I lay listening for a moment, wanting to roll over and drift back to sleep, but the voices…

Sumac Lemonade

Early yesterday morning I heard the cold winds of a front rustling the branches of the naked cherry trees and making acorns rattle down on the roof from the oaks that grow all around and over us.  I lay awake for a while, listening to the strange thumps and rumbling of paws outside. From far…

Spring Fertility Madness

It’s been the craziest week ever,  and nothing seems to be slowing down in the least.  Nearly every evening finds me exhausted and covered in some sort of birth juices, dirt, milk or all three.  It all started about 3 weeks ago,  when I had just finished creating an email to send out,  offering acorn-fed…

Disappearing Goats, or Adventures With Fencing

I’ve been trying to think of this summer of just me, the children, and the farm while Ethan is away as an Adventure. I have, as much as possible, tried to make adventures a part of my life, thinking that they will give me something to look back on when I am too old and…