Sense of Place
Summer is juicy, and social, and the epicenter of abundance.
Sometimes I feel that all the weeks and months of the year are just a count down until summer. Summer is time’s destination. My spirit looks forward to it so much. It is as … Read More
The sun, waking a little later each morning, waits until after the sixth hour to light the sky and warm the ground. Blue oak leaves have long since begun to slip … Read More
Haven’t we all been given gifts that, though we’d never think of getting them for ourselves, are some of our most valued possessions, treasures we didn’t realize we needed until they were so generously handed to us? “How was I living without this?” we … Read More
A stately oak stood proudly on the west side of the farm, lording the expanse of its limbs over the court of saplings and manzanita below. The oak weathered decades of winter winds and summer swelter, sheltering those beneath from the bite of frost and the … Read More
Winter’s stillness has thawed. Spring has ceased the repose of colder shorter days and now vibrates pure motion that can’t be stopped. Spring, this coil of a noun, advancement of a verb, an onomatopoeia, Spring! Spring is a deep, content breath, one that you take in to the core and … Read More
This time of year the farm is dark and dormant, like that of a new moon sky. During these winter months, all that is dark and seemingly void of life secretly carries the story of spring and another farm season. The new farm season, like a new moon, has … Read More
To start a story in the fall seems like odd placement, but to be present with a farm is to witness an ever active dance of interlocking cycles, where the beginnings and ends come together at junctures that are both expected and unexpected.
At Homeward Bounty Farm, there is a … Read More