The cabin is delivered in pouring down rain.
Black Walnuts – their science, history, and folklore.
I am a dreamer. It’s something that my partner loves about me. It’s a drive that keeps me going. It’s a quality that my parents sometimes roll their eyes at and smile, because they know I’ll never stop moving and coming up with more big crazy ideas. Remembering that the farm existed 3 years…
Time to make the farm an actual [forest] farm.
For greater Summer adventures, insert floating dock [here]
Do I get a kit, or do I draft the whole thing myself?
Fall 2016 It was time. It was time to invite a crew down to help me out. I had managed to clear off the cement pad, hack paths to the pond, and clean up the cabin. Going down by myself was my meditation, my freedom from the city, my excuse to not talk to anyone…
The long arduous struggle to keep the land clear