Beginnings…
Born in rural Ohio where the days of small town-life stretched long into the night. Dusk always arrives later than elsewhere. Days full of marble tournaments played on cracked sidewalks, tree climbing, scrapped knees, frantic chasing of fireflies as they snapped like firecrackers in the night. Armed with flashlights seeking out bats hidden high in the nighttime canopy above. Hide and seek played in cornfields where stalks loomed like trees. Animals, of course there were always animals. The array of cows, chickens, pigs and rabbits at the massive Lucas County 4H fair was a summer highlight. Birds and squirrels rescued from untimely descent from nests or ill fated routes ~ among them a very special hummingbird named Squeaky. There were ponies, I loved the ponies. Racing to the horse farm across the way I was given the ride of my life on those precious mounts.
Through a lifetime living in New England and a career that rooted me in Connecticut, I feel as though I have always been homeward bound. Now not to Ohio but to a life immersed in nature surrounded by animals. My days are filled with the doings of sheep, trusty canine buddies, agricultural endeavors and of course horses. There is always another stall to be mucked, fencing to be repaired, sheep to be sheared, water bucket to be filled ~ all good to me, I am home.
