by Carol Conklin | May 24, 2017
Dick and I looked out on the field. It looked like a broken up parking lot, likely an old drive in movie theater, but we were at the top of the hill looking out on what had been a cornfield. The land maps had listed the soil type as Nassau Shaley loam, but only the...
by Carol Conklin | Apr 26, 2017
He ran over to me and gave me a kiss…I fell in love. “This is the llama for me!” I thought. Our neighbors had bought two llamas many years back right before we sold our farm and they were fascinating to me and Dick too. We now lived up the hill from our old farm...
by Carol Conklin | Apr 12, 2017
Kate Austin-Avon has been helping me for years and recently we’ve been working together on getting a store on Art of Where, where I can offer my batik art on clothing! I was excited to get my first purchase on my birthday. Kate helped me transfer many of my...
by Carol Conklin | Apr 5, 2017
Natasha lay very still, barely breathing. She looked dead. When an older cow calves, she can easily develop something called “milk fever” which is not a fever at all, more like a diabetic coma. The shock of coming into milk causes calcium levels in the cow...
by Carol Conklin | Jan 26, 2016
Dick and I had searched for a farm for almost a year before finding this one in Washington County NY. We had traveled through the great snowstorm of 1978, driving out of Massachusetts before Boston was shut down in the heavy snow and wind. We drove into Maine as...
