A sad welcome to winter

Our first winter was always going to be one we’d never forget, but as we approached the Farmstead for our long after-Christmas stay, we received the devastating news that my mom passed away. The heavy fog provided a somber backdrop for our grief, and the welcoming arms of the land and some newfound nature (we have goldfish?!) soothed us as we ushered in a New Year, with our hearts forever broken.

There was time to mourn, but not time to pause - the work continued through a bout of Covid and an ice storm as a pipe burst, furniture began to arrive, sleepovers were had, and a new puppy began to make herself at home <3