The Bracebridge Farm

The Bracebridge Farm

by | Mar 9, 2016 | Bracebridge Farm, Farm Life, Memories

Introducing the family farm in Muskoka where my husband, John, tasted summers of old-time farming. You would think that walking through hundreds of forested acres looking for delinquent milk cows would be intimidating for a kid from Toronto, yet John felt at home on...
The New Playground

The New Playground

by | Feb 25, 2016 | Animals, Farm Life, Memories

My Mom’s intense delight in animals of every kind led my sister and I on trips of discovery with all our barnyard animals and pets. She would come and get us, “Dad’s going to let the newest baby pigs out for the first time! Do you want to watch?” “Yeah!” And we rushed...
Winter Artistry

Winter Artistry

by | Feb 8, 2016 | Farm Life, Memories

Wind howls, relentless against the walls, shaking siding, buffeting branches, and toppling trellises. Blasts swirl, shrill and piercing, dodging through gingerbread, and clawing at windows and doors. But the wind is not alone. It comes armed with furious white teeth,...
Toads

Toads

by | Dec 3, 2015 | Animals, Farm Life, Wildlife

I have two toads living in my cellar. It is an old farmhouse with an amazing stone foundation. I’m not exactly sure how they got in (rather unnerving if I think too much on that) but the toads are happy and healthy. “Don’t put them outside, they’re eating the...
The B Solo

The B Solo

by | Nov 22, 2015 | Farm Life, Memories

Dark towering clouds rumbled and flashed in the distance while our field lay littered with fresh hay bales. The pressure was on – the harvest had to be inside before the rain hit. Each small bale, weighing maybe 50 to 60 pounds, had to be loaded one by one onto a...
The Chesapeake’s Retrieval

The Chesapeake’s Retrieval

by | Nov 3, 2015 | Animals, Farm Life, Memories

The unseasonably warm day begged me to open windows and banish the winter staleness from our old farmhouse. The March breeze still had a bite so the whole family bundled up to enjoy the weather. Looking forward to nestling against crisp fresh-smelling cotton, I washed...

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