Memories from the land I call home
You meet someone, barely know them, and then months later, they show up on a day when you really need someone. I first met Ramya in December 2025. She was staying as Peter’s guest at Tai Farms and had come to our farm for a day with her family and her father. I was there... Continue Reading →
At home, I have an Indie dog named Chillumi. She actually goes by many names, and I’m pretty sure she’s often confused because her human keeps calling her different ones. Still, she happily responds to anything I call her. She is my four-legged minimalist with strong opinion about food. She refuses to eat anything other... Continue Reading →
Home between the hills 