Went back to Bedlam Farm this morning to check on our beautiful farm and pick up some things. Red and I visited the stone wall behind the farmhouse, a gorgeous thing, the kind of thing I would never do now, but was obsessed with doing then. And it is a beautiful thing, marking the space between the farmhouse and the pasture hill. A graceful stone wall. It is emotional, going to Bedlam Farm, I have so many rich memories there – Maria and I were reborn there, Rose in the pasture, Izzy in the garden, walks on the path, the donkeys on the hill, lambing, Elvis. These memories rise up in me when I am there and it is overwhelming.

I took some photos with Red around the farm, and I’ll put a few up as a photo album on Facebook. It is something of a mystery to me why the farm – which has been for sale for a year – has not yet sold. I believe it is waiting for the right person. I believe they are on the way. When I got there, I stand on the porch and look out over the valley and think how fortunate I was to live there and write so many books there and take so many photos there. Of all the people who came to look at the farm that I met, only one seemed to get it and love it, and be the right match for it. She almost bought it, but wasn’t quite ready to make a move.

But Spring is coming, and so is the farm’s true owner. Life is wondrous, crisis and mystery are just around the corner. I’ll put the other photos up later.