I love our city on a hill, the rolling meadows where we can walk the dogs and look down on our farm. A man came by today and he told us that Florence Walrath had written a memoir about her life and he asked if we wanted to see it. We do. I love the chemistry of the New Bedlam Farm. It’s off a busy road, but it is very private, we have all kinds of space around us. We fit here, and our preparations for winter have held up. Ben did a great job getting the house ready. We did pretty well ourselves. This weekend we are going to repair some of the fallen tiles in the bathroom, yet another project we would not have undertaken before.