Author: wildflowerfarm

  • Keeping It Weird And We Aren’t In Oregon anymore… Never were actually

    Keeping It Weird And We Aren’t In Oregon anymore… Never were actually

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    wildflowerfarm

    Yes, that is in fact a chicken riding a goat. Sometimes, that chicken even tries to produce future offspring with that goat. Barn yards can be weird places. Sometimes even very weird. I am not sure why they insist on being deeply weird some days… But they do. I think they forget sometimes we are…

  • Snow Storms, Cold, and Cozy

    Snow Storms, Cold, and Cozy

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    wildflowerfarm

    The snow reflects the light of the sun back into the blue sky. The cold, has been, horrendous and it isn’t going to let up any time soon. It’s so odd as the last several years were so shockingly warm and snowless that Massachusetts, stopped feeling like the home of my childhood. The apples and…

  • Tress Of The Emerald Sea

    Tress Of The Emerald Sea

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    wildflowerfarm

    Tress Of The Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson, was a very easy to read book. A page turner I blew through pretty quickly. Over all the book club enjoyed this book. They found it entertaining. Enjoyed the science fiction meets fantasy features. It was well written for what it is. It seems to pose the…

  • The Expansion Of Winter

    The Expansion Of Winter

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    wildflowerfarm

    A hitch that smells of cold apple blossoms has attacked the farm. It is holding up the finishing touches on our plans for Christmas decor. Depriving us of the ability to fully get in the spirit of the up coming holiday. Snow, swirls in the air. It insulates us from what little sound finds it’s…

  • Keeping It Out Of The Ocean

    Keeping It Out Of The Ocean

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    wildflowerfarm

    Last night the air was cold, and something truly beautiful and magical began to happen… The dark sky opened up and small white falling crystals of water fell, descending gradually towards the ground dancing against the back drop of the evening sky. The grace each falling crystal displayed as it hung in the air on…

  • Magical… The Northern Lights

    Magical… The Northern Lights

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    wildflowerfarm

    Outside, the night is dark and cold. Inside, I sit by the wood stove that is cranking out heat for my comfort. Soon, I will allow the fire to die and head to bed. But first… I had to share these photos.

  • 3 Sisters Sanctuary Out In Western MA

    3 Sisters Sanctuary Out In Western MA

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    wildflowerfarm

    My back is aching, no make that my entire body. Every muscle is screaming from contortions I forced myself into to clean the pantry, on this cool, grey day, with just a small nip in the air that promises winter is coming. My exhaustion level is pretty extreme. I actually feel some grouchiness,  at others…

  • Hello to New Friends

    Hello to New Friends

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    wildflowerfarm

    I just came in to warm radiating from the fired up wood stove. I was just outside in the soggy grass walking over the quickly cooling drenched brown earth. New England’s second mud season is truly upon us. The weather has been wretched. I am starting to feel like I am in India. First the…

  • A Shot Rings Out In The Dark

    A Shot Rings Out In The Dark

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    wildflowerfarm

    I can smell the shot fired. It hangs in the darkness like a stink and a stain on my little utopia, the smell of gun fire will never fade. Not even the rising sun in a few hours will lift the horror or the aroma… Nor will it dissipate my sadness. It has been an…

  • Carnage.

    Carnage.

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    wildflowerfarm

    What makes this way of life hard, is the tragedy. The loss of time and investment. The strike at your heart every time something tears into your infrastructure and functioning and touches the ones you love and depend on. This morning was…. Unlike anything else thus far.