Alongside of one of our dilapidated barns is a very large patch of cockleburs.  Cockleburs, we call them prickers or briars.  This patch is so large, it appears to be swallowing up the foundation of the barn. Out in the pastures, the cockleburs have sprouted, they are not picky, they are not stingy, and they…

These Have I Loved    The early morning air; The roosters crowing;  The feathers fiercely flying; The pounding of the hammer in the barn; The purring of my cats; The gobble of the turkeys in the woods; The clucking of my hens; The fresh grass between my toes; The stomping of the horse’s feet on…

This picture. It needs no words. It needs no explanation. It is an honor to be gifted this pasture, these sheep and this star. The only words worthy of pairing with this image are the words of Luke. “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. …

On March 1st, the National Weather Service announced a strong wind advisory for Northern Virginia and Maryland.  The blustery wind was about 30-40 mph; however, some gusts reportedly reached  70 mph.  With school canceled due to power outages and blocked bus paths, we drove to the farm to see what the wind had blown our…

In Episode One I wrote about the use of the Big Red Barn,  but this time we will discuss how it was built. As said before, the barn is a Pennsylvania Dutch style, meaning it has a bank on one side for wagon access to the top floor. Hence the term,  The Bank Barn   On…

For behold, the winter is past (or the bulbs think it has);     the rain is over and gone (at least for now).  The flowers appear on the earth,     the time of singing  has come, and the voice of the turtledove (rooster?)     is heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:11-12   ♥ Meghan