It’s been a month since arriving at Sleight Farm
2010
06.04
We measure our days in rainfall, corn height, undone chores, sunsets and spent wine corks. It seems something always needs cleaning, cutting, mowing, weeding or just mulling. This week is the 12th anniversary of my Uncle’s death here on the farm. He died from an accident while clearing trees after a storm. I marvel at the rural preserve he and my Aunt built and their vision to preserve a lifestyle that is vanishing. Whether through toil or text, I hope that my husband and I can do justice to their legacy.
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Thank you for sharing your feelings and thoughts about your time on the farm and with me. Our time together is so special to me. I feel very blessed. You are like a daughter and I love having you and Rick next door and living in my family home- loving it and respecting it, as it deserves. I love all the special things you’ve done to make it your home and the help , I so need, to keep up with everything I have to do, maintaining, repairing, and etc. etc,. I don’t want to even think of you not living there. You and Rick have spoiled me, for having anyone else livie there, with the same care and respect for me and the home, that’s so special to me. Love reading your thoughts. Blessings,
Aunt Bev