I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before – we’re farmers here in the Pacific Northwest, cultivating the land that my husband’s family bought when he was only four years old. When I came out to the farm about seven years ago, living with seasonal rhythms took on a whole new and more intrinsic meaning to me. Although there is work year round, especially with the animals, our busy summer season starts in June (although the preparation of seeding, etc. begins much earlier than that), and it ends around Hallowe’en.
Here’s a special musical treat for your Saturday!!
I’m so excited to share a wondrous song by the indescribably magical cellist Betsy Tinney, Musician…I had the luck of happening upon Betsy’s ethereal music at the farmer’s market one day, and then discovered that she plays at many of the same local fairy festivals that I vend at. Her music is a staple in our home, and I’m so honored to know that some of my favorite paintings reside with her.
Autumn is my favorite time of year. Each season brings its unique charm and inspiration, of course, but my heart tends to leap at a chill in the air, warm scarves, crackling fires, warm apple cider, and all those other comforting autumnal delights.