I should be used to it by now. It happens every August when the pasture dries up and the lambs start working holes in the fence. I arrive home and find two of them grazing the “long pasture,” which is … [Read more...]
Larkspur Farm
For the past 30 years I’ve made a living writing about rural Canada, which is a bit odd considering I am an immigrant to this patch of ground I call home. I’m an American immigrant for my sins. I am … [Read more...]
