Author: wildflowerfarm

  • 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.

  • Punked!

    Punked!

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    wildflowerfarm

    Most people are unaware, that when the sky is blue with small wispy clouds and temperatures rise into a range one might expect on Venus, rather than earth, goats get pissy. They get themselves up to no good and engage in random acts of evil. The heat seems to bring out their innate naughtiness.

  • By The Woods

    By The Woods

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    wildflowerfarm

    When I went out to milk this morning, I discovered a day so yucky outside that the goats hid in their shed glaring at me. It was a bit like a scene out of Children Of The Corn, had they been goats in a shed avoiding the rain rather than creepy looking blond kids in…

  • Mad Honey

    Mad Honey

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    wildflowerfarm

    WARNING THIS ARTICLE MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Last month the book club read Mad Honey by Jennifer Finney and Jodi Picoult. We actually met to discuss it somewhere else! A rare event for sure. Usually Book Club meetings take place here at Wildflower. But for a number of reasons, we decided…

  • The Language Of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh

    The Language Of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh

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    wildflowerfarm

    The book club met just the other day. We had a wonderful meeting. It was absolutely fabulous to see everyone. We always have a good discussion when we gather. This month was a little bit special though… Because this is the month in which Wildflower Farm began. Every year I get a cake for the…

  • Surprise!!!

    Surprise!!!

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    wildflowerfarm

    Waking up first thing in the morning is always hard. No one wants to leave the land of sleep… The land of oblivious relaxed peace where every problem we have is a million miles away. The world we create consciously comes flooding back. You realize, Plath, had a point. When you close your eyes the…

  • The Importance Of Home

    The Importance Of Home

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    wildflowerfarm

    The sky was bright and the trees smelled beautiful as the fragrance of the woods mingled with the fragrance of the spring earth…. That smell that makes me giddy with a sense of joy that I only experience when I can smell the spring earth, ripe for planting. It’s the fragrance of what all of…