It’s been 7 years since we picked up and moved 2000 miles to a beautiful farm in Western NY. What an experience! Living on a farm was a distant dream for me. I grew up on a farm, married, moved to the city, and life moved on. After 28 years in the suburbs, and a desperate prayer to God, we were led to a pastoral setting in the hills of Western New York. Why here? And why we would pack up and leave family, friends, and the places of our youth? It’s a great question. One that doesn’t have easy answers.
Something deep in my heart is stirred when I look out over the landscape with family farms dotting the rolling hills. I love seeing the fields full of corn, clover, grass, soy, and an occasional field of sunflowers. I love the local markets with fresh garden produce. I enjoy my gardens and delight in cutting fresh herbs to enhance the flavor of an evening meal. And I love the people.
I’m at home in the quiet countryside affectionately known as Greenwood Hill Farm. And yet, I desperately miss our family, and I’m not having any luck talking the family into moving out this way. At least not yet :). But, for now, we are grateful for the chance to live in a peaceful place away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Now, we hustle and bustle on the farm. Hmmm, what’s the difference? Cows mooing instead of horns honking I suppose :).
If you love the country as I do, or wish you could spend more time in nature, join along. I’ll be posting some recipes here and there. (I can’t say I love to cook but I love to eat. :). I’ll post about connecting with nature, creating beauty, and finding God in the quiet sacred places of our hearts.