We haven't had much of a real winter here. It's reminded me a whole lot of our years in southeast Alaska. Rain. Wet. Dark. Oh yeah, and the mud……
The poor grass is getting thin in spots and the mud piles are growing wider each day. I would love a big snowstorm to come and cover the garden and woods (and mud puddles) with a thick blanket of white. Snow makes everything look so tidy and it has that magical glow that almost makes up for it being dark at 4 in the afternoon.
Of course, the good thing about the mild weather is that we've hardly turned the heat on. The fireplace is doing a fine job keeping most of the house toasty warm. The bees are flying on warm afternoons. I love sitting on a stump outside their hive and watching them fly in and out. They were actually bringing pollen in the other day. I had one calendula bloom in my garden on Christmas Eve and there is a rogue dandelion that pops up every so often. They always find them.
Even though it hasn't felt like winter, our wintering activities are in full swing. There has been cozy fireside knitting and reading. Bread baking. Lots of afternoon popcorn. Hot cocoa and tea. And even though we took the tree down today, I left a lot of the twinkly lights up. I figured a little extra sparkle during these grey days couldn't hurt one bit.
Tell me how your wintering has been……
Some of you know we've been looking for property for a few years, and we've been dreaming of a farm even longer. We found this beautiful piece of land last November. Over the last year we visited it every trip we made north to see Joe's family. Slowly it became more and more perfect. I have so many things to tell you, but I think the best way to start this is to go for a walk together. I need you to dream a little as you walk with me. We'll be looking at our pasture where our barn and animals will be, and for just the right place to build our little farmhouse. We'll start in the large front pasture, wander through the woods and then come back through the small pasture. I hope this is our first farm walk of many….
We named it Sweetbrier Farms. It got an extra "s" because that was the website address available, and also because I think of "Farms" as more of a verb than a noun.
Joe gets credit for the name. He came up with it when I was thinking of a name for my herbal products, and so it seemed fitting for the farm too, as I have dreams of growing herbs and holding classes here in the future. When Joe & I first met, he was stationed on a 180 foot ship in Cordova, Alaska named Sweetbrier. I was a cashier at the local grocery store. We met, and fell in love, and the rest is history. When we left Alaska and moved to New England the first time, over fifteen years ago, I was smitten with it. The two of us have dreamed of a house in the woods ever since.
This piece of land is located just a half hour from where Joe grew up, nestled in the foothills between the Adirondack Mountains of New York and Green Mountains of Vermont. It was farmland a long time ago, and only the front 3 acres have been maintained as pasture over the years, while the back 26 have grown back into woods. It's rural, a dirt road off of a dirt road. A twelve minute drive to get milk and a half hour drive to go to the food co-op. We think it's just about perfect, and we're so grateful it found us.
We have some really big things going on that I can't wait to share with you. All good-wonderful-stuff, for sure. And it's so close! Like a million tiny pieces in life all coming together. In the meantime any positive energy you can send our way to help us during this time of great anticipation would be so much appreciated.
(oh this waiting patiently thing, I have not mastered it yet!)
I'll be back soon.