streams of light

when you look up into the trees in autumn there is a mesmerizing play of light and shadow. crimson leaves blaze, shadows dance and streams of light filter down to warm your face. if you stand still under the tree with your eyes closed you can envision the experience as a metaphor for your life. there is motion and stillness, light and shadow, confusion and illumination.

and so it has been for me for many, many months. i faced an endless road of unhappiness and chose the brighter path. the choice was scary and exhilarating and laden with regret. but each time the shadows seemed to overtake me, the streams of light came back to show me the way.

at the core of my life change was a fervent belief that the pursuit of money and material possessions was weighing me down. being a faceless, nameless cog in the wheel of corporate greed was disenchanting and demoralizing. i wanted to live simply, peacefully and sustainably.

a year later, here i am -- living with my mom in the house that she and my dad built almost 60 years ago on three wooded acres. i wanted to raise chickens for meat and eggs. and we did it. i wanted to have a large vegetable garden. and we did that too. we've canned, frozen and shared bushels of produce. we're getting 5 dozen eggs a week, enough to share with family and sell to friends. we've named our homestead butterscotch farm and we are happy.

we are two farmer chicks, a hoe and an apron. welcome to our blog . . . sit back and enjoy your visit. the sweet tea is brewing and mom's butterscotch pie is cooling on the rack. we're sure glad you stopped by!