It was difficult to see part of the pasture overrun with weeds and grass and nettles last week, it was gratifying to come back today – we had wallpaper to scrape – and see that my good neighbor Adam Matthews had come by with his tractor and brushogged the pasture. I felt better, the farm looks great, inside the farmhouse, the barns and in the pasture. Bedlam Farm has been on the market for 17 months now, it is still waiting for someone to love it, but the farm has been nothing but a gift to me. I wrote a bunch of books there, met and loved Maria there, stood through many blizzards with Rose, cracked up, starting piecing myself  together. It was pretty hot but we spent four or five hours scraping the wallpaper off the hallway near the kitchen.

Might have to call in reinforcements for the sanding and spackling, it was wonderful to be on the farm, I am so grateful for having found it. It changed my life, in many ways it saved my life. Maria and I both stood on the porch, looked down over the valley and were awed by the beauty of the place. Some lucky person is on the way.