Our realtor Kristin Preble called last week and asked if she could put a “For Sale” sign up at Bedlam Farm, and I agreed. Up until now, I didn’t want to see a “For Sale” sign there, but Kristin is launching her Spring offensive. The taxes have been lowered by the town, we are painting the house, high-speed Internet is coming to the town. Maria and I went there this morning to pick up some things, and the farm looks especially gorgeous as Spring approaches, it is getting green, the gardens are popping up, the view is especially beautiful.

I missed the path in the woods this morning, and I missed the screened-in porch where I wrote the Frieda book, “Second Change Dog,” in the warm and sweet smelling breezes of last Spring. I do not wish to go backwards, but I did allow myself some pangs of appreciation and longing for the most beautiful and inspiring place I ever expect to live in. Coming home, Maria and I worked on the gardens, and I could feel my great connection to our new home a place that is ours, not mine. But Bedlam Farm is magical to me, always an emotional place to visit. And what a creative place for me, and for Maria, her rebirth as an artist.

We are heading off for a short, one-day trip, will return on Tuesday. I’ll be blogging Sunday morning.