Blazing fall colors, dancing peacocks, patchwork quilts turned wonky birds. This week at the cottage…
Blazing fall colors, dancing peacocks, patchwork quilts turned wonky birds. This week at the cottage…
The first cut I made felt like a stinging stab.
Early morning I carry a cooler full of eggs out to the road-stand. The dogs anxiously run ahead of me; they love hanging out under the tent. The first frost of the season clings to the grass glistening like a million diamonds in the sunlight.
Red Dirt Farm and Studio 