Nestled in the foothills of the Adirondacks, it’s here where the rhythm of farming meets the bustle of a village. It was a glorious spring day when I first drove through southern Washington County. Hugging the Battenkill, it was neatly placed to the east of the Hudson River and just west of the Vermont border. Rich in soil, rich in community, it spoke to me… The area felt…
Cleaning camp and driving tractors to school. It’s that time of year, I’m spreading myself in between my home and my camp. Both are anxiously awaiting my planting of flowers, my cleaning up the deck furniture, my dusting away the cobwebs, that have collected all winter. It’s hard. Sometimes I scratch my head and wonder, why do I do all of this? Run around like a crazy woman…
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