A while back our friend Hannah invited us to visit the farm she lives on, and the other day, in an attempt to accomplish our local bucket list before we leave in 2 weeks (!), we headed out to Heart Beet Farm. It's owned by Hannah's sister, Rebecca, and her husband Joe (with little baby Silas along for the ride). Hannah is an irresistible young woman whom I met first at the farmer's market, then at the Good Food Store, and who quickly became our favorite baby sitter. When we discovered our shared love of Elsa Beskow, well, the deal was sealed. She is one of those people whose beauty shines out from within. And it's the same with Heart Beet Farm and its relative, Earthen Path Farm. Our first week in Rochester, their booth and their veggies called out to us with their goodness and greenness...red russian kale, chioggia beets, bunches of medicinal herbs. It was a sign that we could comfortably live here.
Just being on the land for a few hours made me nostalgic for another taste of farm living. Rambling buildings in various states of decay and rebuild, rows of kale, edamame, tomatoes, rainbow chard all surrounded by cornfields, the functionally cluttered farmhouse that holds the glow of seasons of communal meals.
This little cow thought Isaiah looked like a tasty treat.
Draft horses working their winter food.
Our budding cowherd...he's a natural, not averse to slapping cows on the butt and chasing them through the woods.
Frieda here was our reason for coming. We've tasted her milk and were so eager to meet her in person. She is gorgeous, but I didn't get you a good picture. She likes to hide in the woods and she seems to not mind being chased into the milking barn.
Emily and Daisy, already Miel's favorite book, will never be the same.