I have loved two farms, the farm where I grew up in Connecticut, and the farm I live on now in Massachusetts. Back in their early days, everyone farmed to subsist. Stories of work horses pulling hay wagons and picnics … Continue reading

I have loved two farms, the farm where I grew up in Connecticut, and the farm I live on now in Massachusetts. Back in their early days, everyone farmed to subsist. Stories of work horses pulling hay wagons and picnics … Continue reading →