mornings start early on this farm, as they did on my grandfather’s apple farm in new england. I am eager to rekindle that childhood enthusiasm to become part of the farm activity.
the sun warms my bare feet as i climb the hill to the barn. along the way, i can again follow the path of the red wing black birds and goldfinches, whose flight i remember well. once at the barn, i am greeted by its sweet smells and the squawking of the barn swallow as they protect their young in the nests above my easel.
i am home here. i value the care and nurturing, found on both our farms for the past three generations. my craft seeks to honor these histories and responds with an intensity of purpose – to tender my feelings of joy and connection to this land.