McClary Hill Farm

Let us admit…

epsomdave — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 18:30:49 +0000

Let us admit: if we once start thinking no one can guarantee where we shall come out, except that many objects, ends and institutions are doomed. Every thinker puts some portion of an apparently stable world in peril and no … Continue reading →

More Wendall…

epsomdave — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 11:24:41 +0000

Wendall Berry’s speech for the Jefferson Lectures. Berry was selected for this honor by the National Endowment for the Humanities.

http://www.neh.gov/about/awards/jefferson-lecture/wendell-e-berry-lecture

The Lady Louise Judith Sassoon Cavendish rests.

epsomdave — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 14:27:25 +0000

The Lady

: It’s safe and comfy here… why do you ask?

A Nifty Little Venn Diagram

epsomdave — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:44:39 +0000

I picked this up off a facebook post…

New Lambs!!!

epsomdave — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 15:21:22 +0000

Sir Cavendish Boyle

Maybelle Chisholm McQueen

You will need to ask Alice and Fiona about the origin of the names.

Moon Buttons

epsomdave — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 14:10:38 +0000

The Faces of the Moon

Moon button

epsomdave — Wed, 14 Mar 2012 15:49:59 +0000

My Mom collects buttons. My Grandmother collected buttons. Here’s the first McClary Hill Farm collectible button.

Molds tomorrow, buttons sometime soon.

Errr… the collectible part is the moon, not the cow, however cute she might be.

Experimental Potatoes

epsomdave — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 22:05:15 +0000

Two years ago I saved some true potato seed from my potato patch. These seeds come from the little berries that a potato plant will produce after flowering. Last spring I planted them in the greenhouse and they were promptly overrun by the tomato jungle which volunteered from the unpicked tomatoes from the previous year’s tomato jungle. This year I resolve to not let it get out of control. Hah.

So last fall when I set to ripping out the tomato plants I was pleasantly surprised to find that many of the potato plants had actually developed enough to produce loads of marble-sized potatoes of different colors. Some were real blue, some were obviously rose-golds, some fingerlings and some butterballs, but there were a handful of almost burgundy colored ones. I put them into a pail and set them in the dark cellar of my house and there they waited until today.

Two rows of 35 or 40 plants are now in the ground and I still have another couple of rows worth of potatoes. I will get them planted tomorrow.

I am eager to see what comes of this.

Just trying something out…

epsomdave — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 18:18:30 +0000

The Cleaning

A simple little recording.

Landaff. A Poem by my daughter, Madeleine.

epsomdave — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 12:13:17 +0000

Two faint ruts
Brown dirt in a gray forest;
Grass has grown
And trees crowd in
But still the road remains.

Forgotten stone walls
Still guarding, too old to realize
The pastures they marked
Are gone.

The crack and crash of our footsteps

In the long-lost orchard
Echo among cellars and wells,
Rusted metal and broken foundations.

People lived here;
They carved out their place
With a view of the mountains
But soil too rocky to till.

They left long ago
From the land they borrowed;
The forest that gave them a home
Has finally taken it back.

Madeleine Stewart