I see my life as a kind of landscape, and it is always evolving, mutating, changing seasons and hue. The focal point of my landscape has been this perspective of the space between the farmhouse and the pasture. Here, Maria greets the donkeys and brushes them every morning as they stand still for her. Here, the dogs sit and wait to enter the pasture. Here, the chickens march back and forth in their eternal bug parade. Here the sheep hang out and munch on the stubs of grass.

And here, our newest addition to the perspective, the new element to the landscape, the Tin Man, symbol of heart and empathy. We are not sure where he will end up but this is where he is for right now. The new landscape of our farm, of or lives. The Tin Man, I ought to say (Ed will remind me if I don’t) was made by our friend, the farmer/artist Ed Gully, co-author of the very wonderful Bejosh Farm Journal.