This is a book I probably read around Christmas time of 2006, it really reminded me of growing up on the farm, so much so that I lent it to my Dad and he read it and loved it as much as I did. I re-read it recently and it was just as wonderful.

This woman did what I would love to do but I know I’ll never have the guts. She was raised on a farm but separated from it in adulthood and then she bought a farm in the Catskills and lived alone there with her 150+sheep, geese, chickens, pig, dogs etc. She renovated the 100-year-old-and-then-some house and the outbuildings mostly herself, she fed the animals alone; even during the winter, and she loves that life alone in the country.

The book is about her life there and how she survived in order to ensure that her animals survived. It’s a wonderful account of her cunningness and struggles with success at such an endeavor later in one’s life. Very inspiring and, as I mentioned, I just wish I had her heart. I would probably be looking for my own farm right this minute but I’m too spoiled by modern day society and trinkets.