year), house from rear with Patricia and farm cat, the seed house, the
smoke house and the new silos. Today Patricia and I investigated and
speculated about the big red barn and checked out the amazing old root
cellar. The place is full of dreams and schemes and enough scraps from
decades-old old dreams and schemes to help build the new ones. Today
for lunch we had summer fruit and broiled open face tomato cheese
sandwiches under an ancient weeping willow. I hear the Jewish phrase
"Next year in Jerusalem" ringing in the back on my head as I wonder
how our future farm will be different and the same. And, will it
really be next year?
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