Field Notes

There’s a hymn here that plays in the background: The sound of robins chuckling to one another, frogs clucking in the pond, or to the hush of wind through the giant pines. Add your voice to the choir. Or sing solo. Or sing in other ways: Play. Write. Sleep. Walk. Laugh. Eat. Breathe. Listen.

In some ways, Katelyn and I wouldn’t have met had it not been for blueberries.

Welcome Queen Elizabeth (Katelyn calls her “Liz”) to the farm! 

She joined us in late August via Texas, courtesy of Nikki, Katelyn’s sister. Liz is a “Juliana Mini” pig. She recently went on a walk to inspect some of the property that was cleared to make way for other animals (that story later). Liz is pink with black spots and course hair. 

A farm is more than crops and fields. It’s also the buildings on the land. Our farmhouse is a simple, authentic home with a kitchen, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It has a “sunrise porch” which faces the east. It also has a porch on the north side, which gets cool so is good for napping. The house seems like a conglomeration of additions: When going upstairs and downstairs from the second floor, you have to duck, as if to suggest the second floor was an afterthought when it was built or converted from an attic.