Our "farm" is more than just flower beds—it's our home. And that means our house, yard, gardens, even an enchanted forest and a seasonal creek are held in a grassy, flowery span of earth that also holds our hearts. (Mark has lived here since 1979, and Dawn grew up in a town just eight miles away.) Even though it measures not much more than an acre, our home requires constant time, labor, and attention. But we wouldn't have it any other way. We were married here, our pets are buried here,  and after the last chime of the last day of our lives, our ashes will be scattered here (probably on the flower beds as compost). Here's a short tour:

The Beds

The Yard

The House