We have found a couple of places we would love to buy and live in when Bedlam Farm is sold. I know now that I need to live on a farm with pastures, an old farmhouse and barns.  I have to have a place to write, Maria has to have a studio for her work, and a gallery for her art shows.  Time for a different place, a smaller place but not a small place. Time to move.  Farms are magical to me, they light up my writing and story-telling, give me a laboratory to live with and understand animals. I need a farm. Maria feels the same way, and we are not giving up the donkeys, chickens or barn cats. The whole crew is moving along to the New Bedlam Farm, the promised land.

People are interested in my farm, but no buyers yet. I have already learned a lot in the search for a New Bedlam Farm. This market has a mind of its own, and moves at its own place. The larger, bigger places around here are beginning to sell, and somebody will love this place as much as we do, I know that. It’s a very special place. But I need to understand that these deals are complex, and they might fall apart for a million reasons. So even though we have found a farm I would love to be in, I know to go slow and see what happens, and hope it will be there when the farm sells. My motto:  If not this one, then something better. Just wanted to offer an update. We are happy to be here for as long as it takes, which is not a bad position to be in.