To be the caretaker of this old farm is a precious thing. To be present for soft summer dusks, silent winter nights of glittering snow, the vibrant light of maeshine, and a small country road silvered by the harvest moon – all these mark our time and place, when the heart, called to each new moment, gives voice and sings, ‘Do you see? Do you see?’ That I seek and find someone will come to know and care for this precious space as I have loved it and thrived within it is my future wish.
Step into this space.
Feel the heartbeat of the soil.
Know that you belong.