Raising Flowers and Horses
Mythical Creatures on the Farm
Living in this magical place has given me comfort in the last couple of weeks. My inclination, strong in the best of times, is to hunker down and hope the world outside gets better while I stay close to home, but I’m trying to fight that impulse.
Hope Amidst the Native Plants
When I was finishing many of the fall chores last week, I found myself talking to myself, and starting many of those sentences with the words, I hope: I hope the ground doesn’t freeze before I get the ranunculus in the ground; I hope the covering for the low tunnel arrives before the baby plants freeze, I hope there can be world peace.