Made for this


I have been feeling, these days, incredibly be blessed to be here, in our beloved Valley, enjoying the tender new spring.  This time of year, driving past other greening farms, I wonder how anyone could choose to live anywhere else, or live any other kind of life.

In June, sometimes, in the crazy scramble to get everything planted while my child is crying and screaming to inside right now while we’ve only planted a few feet of potatoes, well, sometimes I understand the choice.


But then harvest comes and I forget all over again.  I mean, how could you not want this?  Some days, a new lamb is born, and yes, some days those grown lambs are head-butting your daughter in the back, prompting her to yell, “Ok, take them to the slaughterhouse straight away!”  Some days you get to stuff yourself on sun warmed raspberries, and some days, there is a lot of weeding to do.  Some days a visitor, looking at the horse-drawn, rusty equipment in your yard, says, “It’s kind of like a graveyard,” and some days, your husband comes home triumphant, having perfectly cultivated the whole field with the horse.  Some days the horse lies down on his back and rolls around in the dust like a gigantic dog, and you laugh while the whole house shakes.  Some days the horse breaks a window (accidentally) by rubbing his butt up against it to scratch himself.  Some days the raw trust of the animals in our care nearly breaks my heart.

ben and cole

Every day, it all comes down to us, here, on this small piece of land, so blessed and grateful to be its caretakers, in all its imperfections.  Because I’ll let you in on a secret – we are imperfect too, and we were made for this.


10 Responses to “Made for this”

  1. 1

    So beautiful. I’m glad you’re doing what you love.

  2. 2

    This is so perfectly put, those days where things are terrible nothing makes sense but then…! When it is good it is so good. I’d actually love to know more about your horse, if you have any resources you could point me towards I’d appreciate it. I adore the big breeds and am aiming to have horses on our land in the future. Your guy is a stunner!

  3. 3

    After 60 years, I looked back at all of the experiences in my late 20th century existence and decided that the most consistently reliable and satisfying activity has been intimate interaction with the land and our food supply. There is little else that can match the consistency, the endless variety, the challenge and stimulation. Few other activities are as productive, generating so little waste while making us stronger and healthier in the process. Nature is endlessly entertaining and generous. It’s only when we try to harness it to serve our greed that nature becomes an experience as bitter and monotonous as the factory room floor.
    There is much that glitters in the strange world that surrounds us that can tempt us away from the land. After all, how DO you keep them down on the farm, after they’ve seen Paris? For me, in hindsight, most such experiences proved to be hollow in the end. Not, however, the taste of freshly picked collards in April that wintered over, springing back to life even as the snows melted around them in the garden.

  4. 4

    I don’t see anything resembling a graveyard there; I see only life!

  5. 5

    And even the word “imperfect” is perfect…
    If you spell the “im” part of “imperfect” what you hear is “I AM PERFECT”….because in some ways it is all perfect…the pain, the suffering, the joys, the cuddles…all of it, are threads of the loom of our life, weaving in and out and shaping it into a beautiful, magnificent, colorful loom.
    I look forward to living in the Pioneer Valley before too long …….and sharing in the beauty and wonder of that place. Your blogs are further validation of our desire. For now, I enjoy our luscious 30 acres in Kansas….and trust that in ‘perfect’ time we will be there as well.

  6. 6

    It feels good to know what you were made to do.
    I wish we had rusty horse-drawn equipment in our yard. I just showed my husband the photo of you husband and horse working in the field, we love it!

  7. 7

    You said it perfectly!
    (You know you realize you are truly blessed when you can be thankful for weeding :)
    Each day is a new page, a new experience and a new blessing…His mercies are new each day :)

  8. 8

    Farm machines are cool!
    As I walk up and down Wendell Road and other areas of Shutesbury throughout the year, I never tire of looking at the changing landscape. This past week I’ve noticed the fiddle heads popping up and sedum that seems to grow wild on either side of the road. And as I pass your house, I always stop to greet Cole and wave at him a few times. Sometimes one of the dogs comes out to greet me, Ghandi, I believe.
    I am currently surrounded by seedlings that I am growing inside. The seeds are started in phases and I am now in the last phase that includes marigolds, sunflowers, cucumbers, and other flowers. The room is starting to get crowded with blooming impatiens, cutting celery, pumpkin-on-a-stick, coleus, tomatoes, poppies, snapdragons and one banana ornamental seedling growing under its own dome home. Last year, due to the warm growing season, I was able to grow a couple of sesame plants complete with pods full of seeds. The seeds were quite good.
    Sure, gardening can be hard work but it’s great to see all the possibilities of what does grow in my own garden, as well as, other peoples’ landscapes.

  9. 9

    Doing what you love, what you are made for is so special, and truly a blessing

  10. 10

    this post really touched me. how beautifully you put it.

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