I can't let February 2021 pass without sharing some images of the ice storm that brought our region to its knees. My friends and neighbors experienced varying degrees of loss of power, all forms of communication and water. Many suffered damage to their homes due to falling trees, power surges and frozen pipes. It was a trifecta of storms beginning 2/11 and finally ending with a slow warming on 2/20. We were very lucky, with only about 5 days of lost of utilities. We had no structural damage, but lost many many trees throughout the woods and along the trails. Fence line damage is yet to be discovered. We were lucky to have a fireplace fueled by plenty of wood to keep us warm and access to a generator to maintain critical appliances and baby chicks. It is impossible to capture the extensiveness of the damage in a photo. Yet, among it all was an indescribable crystal white beauty.
Where can I begin to describe 2020? It was a hard year, one of the hardest, and one that will go down in history. Not just for me, but for everyone I know. Every person has a story to tell about their struggles and experiences of 2020. The events of the year were life changing. It is so hard to know where to begin, since many topics deserve their own page, not simply a paragraph and a picture. There was much suffering and sadness and it was filled with uncertainty. But, there was one bright spot that stood out, one moment of happiness that shines through the darkness. Each for our own reason, my family will find peace in memories of this day.
2019 flew by without an update nor the traditional end of the year summary. Maybe I can blame my lack of interest in the blog to writers block, burnout, or stress and lack of focus. Life events happened. There was Connor's High School graduation. John and his sisters lost their sweet Mother, Carmen. And my Carmen became engaged to her Rocco.
As for the farm, the best I can recall, a pole barn was built on top of the hill, which remains empty for the most part. Work continued on the pond, and the garden was a bust. My she-shed was completed in the basement, and the milk room was added to the goat barn. Sadly for me, the horses found a new home where they could enjoy riding again. I sold some goats and planned for less babies in anticipation of a 2020 spring wedding.
The date was set for May 30, 2020, and for the remainder of 2019, wedding planning was in full swing. My Mom and Dad were beyond excited to have a second wedding on their farm. To my Dad, it was a reason to keep fighting the battle. He had a goal, to be there to see it through. A perfect Gazebo was built on the wedding spot for the bride and groom, and the venue was planned and prepared. Mom worried and analyzed every detail. Carmen and I shared Pinterest images and searched for the perfect theme: a rustic, Tuscan farm wedding. As winter came, one that was milder than usual, I spent much of my time indoors making bottle lights and growing herbs for table decorations.
As 2020 began, a few new arrivals joined the farm.
My name is Christy Franklin.