The Farm Is Just Fine
This massive oak fell during one of the horrific winter storms we had in February…
The hay fields are freshly cut…
…and Sid’s flower is blooming from the sprig he shared 35 years ago.
The clematis is full of herself,
while the morning mist awakens the wood shed.
There isn’t a grocery store, restaurant, or boutique anywhere close…
…but the farm doesn’t miss a beat — she is just fine without the frills.