Even before I decided, years ago, to put the 420 acres of blessed open space into conservation easements, I felt the wild fields and thin woods had long since belonged to the creatures that have always lived there.
Northern Bobwhite Quail
It may seem strange that in the midst of the problems with Hopscotch and the Kentucky Foundation for Women, I’m choosing to write about the Bobwhite Quail. There are two reasons…
Winter at Wolf Pen Farm
It was never my intention to create a private estate, and it gives me great satisfaction to know that River Fields organizes seasonal wildflower walks at the farm, and that a generation of children is growing up in my three rental houses.
Hanging On
I’m visiting my old farm, Wolf Pen Branch Mill, ten miles east of Louisville, Kentucky for a few days, and find myself appalled, as always, by the spread of development.
Wolf Pen Mill Runs Again
Resounding through the maple and sycamore forest, the clanking must have drawn farmers from miles around, loading their carts with corn and driving over the rough stone road to the mill.
Saving Wolf Pen Mill
Wake up, you well-off widows! We are all part of a world that is threatened by our individual decisions.
Wolf Pen and the World
We never escape our past or our responsibility for our past, as we never escape the future we have agreed to create.
Wolf Pen at Twilight
A community limited to those who look like us will never be a community, which can only be formed through an amalgamation of differences and the necessary level of trust.
Wolf Pen Mill Grinds Again
After decades of neglect, the great wheel and all the internal parts have been repaired and replaced by our talented millwright, Ben Hassett, and last Sunday, October 18th, water was released from the millpond through the sluice and the great wheel, creaking and groaning, began to turn again.
Wolf Pen Mill Farm: A Love Story
We women are creators, and when we have the means, we are creators of historic proportions.