This space is one that I created to help me find my way to a more mindful way of living. My words come from a place of genuine hope and happiness with this life my family and I share on this beautiful piece of land that stole our hearts from the second we pulled into the driveway for the first time.
My pictures serve as visual proof that we live a good life and are slowly but surely creating the space of our dreams - both inside and out. A place that makes room for as many creatures as possible - be it human or those that make their home in our surrounding pastures, meadows, forests and pond.
And it isn't hard for me to write about all those hope filled things. Until my hope feels compromised. Times like those - like right now actually - I stay away. Because nobody needs to read about more heartache and strife in the world.
But I can't let this one stay trapped in my head and heart anymore.
For the first time this week I have seen fellow farmers and homesteaders actively using the word "drought" to describe this growing season. A particularly worrisome word given it comes after a year of flood (2017) and another year of drought (2016).
Three consecutive years of extremes.