• Stall door with christmas lights on it.
    Barn Restoration,  Growing

    Old Wood

    My adjustment to living at Dancing Timber Homestead is slower than I imagined it would be. I think it’s because stone and wood speak slowly, in whispers. It’s taken some time, but I’ve begun to hear the barn. I met a woman whose family may be tied to the history of the farm when we went to a local Mennonite research library. From the stories and bits and pieces of information I’ve managed to uncover in the past year, our home is very PA Dutch German (built) and several Mennonite families lived here and farmed the land. Because they were farmers, this makes their stories nearly silent. My new friend,…

  • The colonial flag flies from the Studio.
    Growing,  Homestead

    In Over Our Heads

    My neighbor stopped by to pick up brown eggs and discuss a macramé piece I’m creating for her. I showed her an antique hutch we purchased for the dining room of our farmhouse. It is the second antique piece we found and got a great deal on. “See?”, she said, “Look how much you’ve done in a year.” She would know. Her house is in the neighborhood we came from, where our now four year old house is being rented. She is one of the few who watched our family go from newly built house with all the perks in a development with sidewalks, walking path in the woods, backyard…