Home.

Trudge through the field, a bit down the trail, over the creek and up the hill and you will find our place. That is the distance from my childhood home and our homestead today. I always say the air smells a bit fresher here. My head feels a bit clearer here. So many places have called me from this little rural neighborhood. But I have always found my place back here. The rich sandy loam.. clay loam soils. The hardwood forests. The North Branch Creek that winds its way to the mighty Hudson. Home. My feet are firmly grounded in this place we call home.

“There in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits”--R.Southey