Our New Home

Our farm nestles down in a hollow. You turn off of the highway next to a factory warehouse, wondering where the heck you're going to end up. As you pass behind the warehouse, you cross over a narrow bridge that goes over a railroad track. The hollow opens up in front of you, the farm appears, and you forget everything behind you and enter a private little world unto itself.


The dogwood is in full bloom early in May, making the house look very welcoming. The wing to the left of the dogwood is the original, 19th century wing. The "el" to the right of the dogwood was added in the early 1990s.


This is the view of the house from the driveway.


If you stand on the front walk, looking away from the house, up toward the left you will see the end of the garage, and the beautiful little garden, complete with a little pond filled with coy, and with a gurgling fountain in the shape of a frog. Since it is one of the few spots in the yard that gets shade, Ginny will be sitting up there while Bas is baking back on the patio. See those buckets drying on that bench? Just replace them with Ginny. That's where she'll be.


Ok, the horse isn't ours. He's Zip, the current resident. But if you walk out our front door, and look to your right, this is the scene that will greet you. Replace Zip with Calvin and Bud, and that will be our view.


Another view, looking out the front of the house and to your right.


This shot is taken from the back of the first pasture, looking back toward the house. Our little barn is to the left. The house and barn aren't tilted; the photographer was. To the right, you can see the small riding ring that the previous owner had begun to install. We will be putting in some additional fencing to create a paddock and separate some of the fields into different pastures.


There's a small stand of woods separating the upper and lower fields. When you sit on the deck, this is one of the views. There are Eastern Bluebirds nesting in some birdhouses along the fence line, and the field is alive with Redwinged Blackbirds. I think I can survive sitting out on the deck with a cup of coffee and a good book. It's a theory, anyway. It's a theory I'm looking forward to testing.