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This has been an unusual year for all of us. After
almost 15 years here on the farm, we have made the
decision to move to a smaller, easier to maintain home.
Our nest is almost empty and we have decided to downsize
to a place closer to work for Tim, closer to aging
parents and to make it simpler to travel to Chicago and
see our oldest daughter and son-in-law. As many of you
know, it takes many, many hours to maintain a country
home. Tim works a long day in addition to teaching
part-time at a local college.
We have found loving homes, many with friends, for our
animals. We will be taking the four old rabbits and a
half-dozen hens with us, plus the three dogs and four
cats. It will take adjustment, but we are honestly
looking forward to more time to enjoy life rather than
spending the hours and hours needed to keep the farm
looking the way we like to see it. We are excited that
the young couple who has purchased the property are
local and have lots of family in the area. They are
eager to call Heritage Heart Farm home. He was in our
4-H club - how is that for making one aware of how the
years fly by?
I'll still be writing my column am happily anticipating
starting a new herb and vegetable garden in town. Maybe
I'll even get to work on the novel I've begun. Our web
address will remain the same, but other contact
information will be updated as soon as possible. Beginning
July 1, we will be relocating. We hope to be revamped
and back online with a refreshed web site by September
2009.
Georgia
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Welcome to our farm. It's where I do my
writing. Be sure to stop in the barn and
love up Windchaser the horse. Don't forget
to scratch Rutherford the goat behind the
ears. Have a seat in one of the old metal
chairs under the cottonwood tree in the
barnyard. In summer, orioles busily
feed their
babies tucked in the nest that hangs from a
branch that's right overhead. Stroll through
the picket garden and admire the hosta
lilies. In autumn, we just may
hand you a rake. Scuffle and shuffle through
calico bright leaves. After that, get
comfortable on the swing that hangs on the
screened porch or relax in one of the wicker
rockers and kick off your shoes. Roast a
marshmallow over the fire ring until it's
just the way you like it. After the sun goes
down screech
surrounds us, I share through my writing all
that's wonderful (and sometimes a little
less than wonderful) about life on our
northwest Ohio
farm. Visit the farm
through the seasonal photo
scrapbook,
Plus, read a
vintage selection
from my years as
a newspaper columnist.
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