May 30, 2006
Country Life
the view
of the
north forty
from the
barn door
Photo note: Really, that's what it is. Spent part of the weekend viewing a barn with a half finished house inside, and 40 very pretty acres in upstate New York. The romance of farm life was spoiled for me long ago by Willa Cather and O.E. Rolvaag, but having a place where one could churn a little goat cheese has renewed it's appeal in light of recent events.
Listened to "Skinny Dip" by Carl Hiaasen on the four hour conestoga trip west (you can see how my taste has been corrupted). The detective in the novel is named Rolvaag, which I took as a sign of sorts. Other signs were a welcoming mother deer posed right next to the driveway upon arrival, Nubian show goats in the shed, a hip real estate agent/biomedical researcher about my age who is into rescuing homeless alpaca, and a barn large enough for a foreign film festival (warm enough, is another question )-- a summer film festival. Oh, and I found and purchased a copy of "Walden" at the Fire Auxilary Tag Sale. We'll see.
Posted by Dakota at May 30, 2006 06:35 AM