FAT HUMMINGBIRD FARM

"There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin." ~ Dejan Stojanovic The lockdown of the pandemic has brought...

"The loners are always trouble. You know that." ~ Alex Scarrow Funny thing, this. This directive to self-isolate, to avoid people in...

"You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there - the sodden grey yard,...

"Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious." ~ Ruth Reichl It started, our encompassment of community,...

"There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the...

"Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it,...

"Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the...

"The fresh and crisp air of the country reminds us that our blood surges from of the natural world and how tied we are to the sprung...

"The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold wet day." ~ Dr. Seuss It has been a very wet...

"The world is mud luscious and puddle wonderful" ~ e.e. cummings I have come to see that the mudroom, that ubiquitous liminal space in...

"It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke Yesterday was bright, sunny,...

"She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing 'yes' in the sky." ~...

"Play it fuckin' loud!" ~ Bob Dylan We listen to a lot of music. My husband was a radio music manager when we met and we have always...

"There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that's a little shy and a little rum. Some...

"Snow While falling it hides your passage. When finished it documents your path." ~Richard L. Ratliff It is the heart of winter now. The...

"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the...

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter....

"I am fond of the sound of horses in the night. The lifting of feet. Stamping. The clicking of their iron shoes against rock. They mouth...

"The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the...

"Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did...

"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." ~ Mary Oliver We never...

"Everything is flowing going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand...

"A garden should make you feel you've entered privileged space - a place not just set apart but reverberant - and it seems to me that, to...

"We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame. The fire licks at what the wood harbours, and the wood...

"Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which - the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through, with her...

"If I shut my eyes it returns: the evocation of a whole wood, a whole world of wood-darkness and flowers and birds and later summer...

"Swamps where cedars grow and turtles wait on logs but not for anything in particular; fields bordered by crooked fences broken by years...

"No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to...

"I've always felt there is something sacred in a piece of paper that travels the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart." ...

"It is a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They are filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of...

"Inside a barn is a whole universe, with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem, a shadowy world of swirling dust illuminated in...

"The old house had a thousand doors in it. All old houses do. You can see them if you know how to look: the noontime shadow of a...

"There was a shepherd the other day up at Findon Fair who had come from the east by Lewes with sheep, and who had in his eyes that...

I once told my children when they were little that fog was a cloud that had fallen down. And, if that were the case, we could possibly...

This sign is right by our driveway. It is a magical sign. It denotes a place where cows will cross. Our neighbour has a herd of about...

In the language of flowers, Queen Anne's Lace represents sanctuary. How very appropriate. This place, this farm . . . is our sanctuary.

"They are wildflowers. They would not want a name!" ~ Silas House & Neela Vaswani

The hay bales of my childhood were square, ragged and prickly - like dried out Shreddies blocks. I love these new bales, with their...

Wanderings around the neighbouring fields and trails abutting our land bring to the eye strange alien shapes and mechanicals. Standing at...