The prairie sky leans in closer at night, weaving a soft cocoon around our farm. We are enveloped with a dark stillness as sweet as blueberries and chocolate.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
I walk in my pasture. Women of a certain over-thinking age do well to put a few miles in a day. Here on the high prairie, it’s scrub weeds, intermittent wildflowers, and big black beetles. It’s a win to see birds or salamanders. The high desert land fascinates me but we’ve been in the “historic … Read more