This has been the strangest weekend that I remember since we have been in Maine. We are expecting 1-3” of snow again tonite and through tomorrow, with potentials again on Thursday. Robert shook the snow and ice off of the greenhouse a little while ago, it was heavy stuff he said.

We brought the tender tall morning glories back in for the night, we’re not willing to take another chance with them! The greenhouse has served us well and more tender shoots came up throughout the weekend.

Today as I was finishing raking the new Sacred Garden plot that was cleared and tilled, the snow began blowing in. There I was working in the garden in the SNOW. It was an unbelievable feeling of joy. I felt like a pioneer in an emotion I had never experienced. Suddenly the land, the air, the sky, all looked different and fresh. I couldn’t stop what I was doing – it was too important in the scheme of my life, so I continued. After putting away all the garden tools, I wandered the property, suddenly seeing trees, rocks, plants I hadn’t seen before, and then I realized that there was parts of this property I had never stepped foot upon. I can’t get to all of them, as I would like, but I intend to before long.

This property still holds mystery for me and I cherish that gift. It still has plenty of room for our dreams to be fulfilled, plenty of land to see above the trees, and plenty of surprises of what it will yield to us. It has taken care of us and kept us safe and warm. This acreage has become our home for all our physical and spiritual dreams. Blessed Be.