I’m sitting in the reading room now, the Christmas tree lights on, the stove pinging, a clock ticking. This quiet rest has been a few weeks coming now.
We’ve been pretty quiet about this blog and on our Facebook page of late. . . farming, work, living . . . they sometimes make words about those things need to sit silent for a while. But we are busy here, gestating, maybe. Thinking through our next thing.
We are talking about building a barn here on the farm – a place for the animals to stay out of the weather – the dog houses we have will only work for so long – a shop for Philip to do woodworking and work on cars, a hay storage area, and a performance space – big enough for readings and concerts.
Last year this time, we were talking barns, too, back at the old farm, and while we’d still be thrilled if Ramsay Restoration could do our work, we realize that our dream may have to be scaled back a bit – reclaiming material is a beautiful but very expensive thing. So we dream anew – a bank barn, a one-story barn? We’re just not sure yet.
But we do know that a barn will be here . . . and we do know we’ll need help with it, your help if you have it to give. My vision is that we have a virtual barn raising for this building, a fundraising campaign that culminates in a giant potluck dinner, reading, and concert in the new building. What do you think? Would you like to help us throw up a beam and hammer in a nail by donating a few dollars?
We may be moving that route in the spring, so stay tuned. . . Meanwhile, Xander is crowing in the day, and Meander is under a blanket in my grandfather’s chair. Philip is still sleeping, a bliss for us both on this quiet Sunday of Advent.
May your day be full of quiet moments and HUGE dreams.