The field is being plowed.
Looking out of my office window of our 100-year-old rented farm house, I smell the tilled earth, mixed with the fragrance of apple blossoms and lilac bushes. Even though it’s cloudy and rain is expected, it’s a beautiful Spring day here in Oregon.
The barn is located across the farmyard. That’s where all the work takes place.
Hearts, stars, animal shapes, letters, and states are being cut in the magnificent century-old structure. Rain and shine. Day and night. The work continues.
We love what we do and where we live.