Kai eats only the ripe berries. Kai, our border collie puppy, has learned a new trick…raspberry picking. Wild raspberries abound in the old meadow across the road from our Vermont farm. You can smell their sweetness as you walk-red little gems peeking from behind the green leaves. You can not help but put your hand down to pluck one off … Read More

Kai atop an old stone wall. Seventy acres of woods stretch across the ridge in front of our farm. The owner promises to never build a house on the land. Instead, he wants to build a sugar house and make maple syrup and manage the timber. We enjoy the extensive logging trails that meander through the trees. The trails lead … Read More

The moon stands guard over our sheep. Summer nights seem almost magical on our farm. A stillness settles in as the sun goes down behind the mountains leaving only a trace of pink in the sky. Only the sound of a ewe calling to her lamb can be heard or the call of the Barred owl on the edge of … Read More

Two women joined me last week for a workshop on the farm to discover how to release amazing color from wild meadow flowers. We walked through an overgrown meadow where wild flowers grow freely, filling our baskets full of daisies, black-eye susan, St. John’s wort, yarrow, and milkweed. During lunch, our pots brewed filling the barn with the smell of … Read More