Wildflower Farm, is in an odd and almost hidden location…. Because of our rather unique placement, it is a small 5 acre world unto itself. Especially when it is green and the leaves are dancing with the sky. It appears almost as if there are no neighbors and what hints you see are some ways away…. So while the world seems to be going to Covid hell in a hand basket… Here, we have peace. Here, we have the ghost of a dream come true. Today, I wanted to share some of the beauty of this little plot of earth… I think we are seeing so much in general right now that we lose perspective on the awesome beauty that is the nature surrounding us.
Dr. Farmer Moomin, took these pictures. Just some pretty flowers around the farm… He is still working, ( thank god. There by the grace…. Go I, as they say.) But he works from home these days… So less commuting more time for fun projects like some pictures of pretty flowers.
Every day, I get up, feed the animals, water my gardens, and I am beginning to wonder if normal will ever return. But looking at these beautiful flowers and the green around me…. Knowing in July, there will be berries, and in september apples and the harvest, then winter with the long darkness and cozy hibernation with a book and hot tea by the wood stove…. Staying here indefinitely, doesn’t feel so bad. Certainly doesn’t feel like a prison. Still, it would be nice if we had a vaccine…. Till then, we take the beauty where we can find it, and we watch the crazy implosion cuz it seems like there is almost nothing else new to watch right now…. It is a scary time. But here at the farm I feel pretty safe. There are a lot worse situations we could be in right now….. And for those having a harder time than we are…. These flowers, are for you. Because we care… Please, hang in there.
The Covid crazy seems to be taking over and I won’t lie… I too have my moments. And in those moments I try to think about all those people marching for a better more equitable, fair world where everyone’s life matters but especially the lives of those under attack in our streets. Then I ask myself… Am I doing something that will leave the world better? Or am I just loosing my business? It usually straightens out my head pretty quick. As for the former if the answer is yes it does. Then stay the course and I don’t care how crazy it is. I am in a world of my very own here outside the larger world in every way that matters…. So who cares? If it is the latter, it sure clarifies it for me so I can see it and take a step back. And the days keep passing…. A deadly contagion keeps spreading and here, wee raid our strawberry patch, wile we listen to the birds sing.
This situation will not last forever.
We all need to hang in there.
The initial shock is over.
We have had our melt down.
Now, it is time to rise up and put a mask on and shut this thing down as quickly as we can.
So that we might all get back to normal.
All my love.
Amanda of Wildflower Farm
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Wildflower Farm, is a small New England homestead, B&B and AirBnB, in the Baystate. We came out here 7 years ago, when we returned from the better part of 10 years as peripatetic aristotelian nomads, for my husband's post docs. Upon our return, we had a plan. We had a lovely home. Everything was so clear. Then, I got sick. Things I used to eat all the time during our travels elsewhere in the world and even here before I left almost 10 years earlier made me ill. It took a couple trips to the ER and a trip to specialist... It became clear, something had changed in the way food is processed in this country since last I lived here. Some off label things was inevitably going to be my demise.
My husband and I looked around to see the clear path we were on, had exploded in front of us. We decided we had to create a new path for ourselves. We put children on hold. We found a small piece of land with a house we loved in a rural suburb in a right to farm area. I began researching how to do it ourselves. Grow it ourselves, make it ourselves, survive on our own as much as possible. We bought the property, and began plotting a new course. One that didn't involve off label chemicals. Closer to nature, with a lot more DIY, gardens, and animals for the products they provide. We created a life we loved though it hasn't always been easy and has of course come with compromise with each other, and even with ourselves.
Our family thought we had lost our minds. What were we doing leaving the city? We had no idea how hard this would be. They thought we would be back in 6 months. That was over 7 years ago, now. We have been making it work. They were not wrong, it isn't easy. But has anything worth doing ever been easy? And for us, avoiding as much store bought food as possible was simply necessary so I could live given how sick I was getting.
Then Covid hit.... We were lucky to have this place. It has allowed us a lot less need for public use territories which has kept us a lot safer and spared us much of the risk others face daily. This place, has given us a privilege through this of great meaning to us. To be of use in a difficult time. We have been able to help friends family and even strangers in need when things couldn't be found on store shelves. Or money was tight due to not working, rent being due and a child at home, or some other draining situation. We are so very grateful to have been able to not be helpless like so much of society through this miserable time. Our families, got used to it some time ago, us being out here. They made peace with it the day there was no bread and they had to ask me for some. Or when fresh vegies were rotten due to supply chain issues but they could find plenty in my garden.
Wildflower Farm, was a place I dreamed of. One of those sweet pastoral dreams a city dweller grows up knowing will never come true, that became unavoidable when I became ill. I never expected to get to do this. I never thought I had what it takes to make this work. I have learned pacing myself is important, compromise is critical, hard work never ends, burn out is real so breaks are just a necessary evil.
We are not fully self sufficient, but we work hard in that direction as we create a new path through life for ourselves, always reaching to do even more ourselves and to get closer to the ideal we envision. We are however far more self sufficient than many in this world. 7 years in, we continue to learn and grow in this homesteading lifestyle. We welcome comments and advice and ideas and questions.
We welcome visitors from all over to our home with strict covid policies in place. We spend our time learning to live all over again in a more environmental and sustainable way though even there we are far from perfect always learning and growing doing better as we know better.
This little homestead farm is a magical place named for the New England wildflowers that grow all around. A place where a physicist, watches the night sky on clear nights with the aide of mirror and glass, and a woman, works endlessly in the gardens, the kitchen, and a variety of projects to create and to keep a very unique life style running and functioning. Wildflower Farm, has become so much more than simply a piece of land we can grow a few vegetables on. The longer I spend here, the more alive the land seems, the more I learn about it's function and the more meaning it has. My place in the universe and the next steps on our new path become ever more clear.
We welcome you on this journey with us.