Big Sycamore Farm

Farewell Crockpot, I will miss your cocky attitude. Your proud strut, your determined covert operations into the vegetable garden. You silly chicken.

Your demise was not the crockpot I have been threatening you with all summer, but under the cover of dark, the coyote attack from two evenings ago.I found feathers outside the coop the next morning. I looked around all day, hoping to spot you somewhere on the farm, scratching around with your girls in the old pig pen, or perhap...

Where do I start? How do I tell our story? How do you go from Atlanta to rural Tennessee living. If I knew ahead of time of all the challenges that we would face, I would have surely run the other way. I can only tell you what I have learnt and hopefully a soul or two out there, searching to find meaning in life, a simpler life will be inspired to take the leap. To find yourself.

We undertook an almost impossible task of taming a rough piece of forested land into something u...

A very short note.. more to myself....

Finally a page where I can share funny (and sometimes not so funny) stories about our farm life, recipes, concoctions and craftsy ideas.