![]() ![]() I’ve learned to capture the beauty of what is and what can possibly be. In many ways it’s become my own personal sanctuary. But I would be lying if I said that it didn’t bring me some solace being here. In the last five years, I’ve experienced every color of the rainbow in the process of acceptance. Of course, there’s me, the eternal not-the-farmer’s wife, who has had to make peace with calling this home. ![]() Ultimately his sights have been set on producing Hard Cider. Although we are still a few years out from seeing the fruit of the innumerable hours of labor, the vision he has for his field of dreams has only just begun. Goodman planted the 2,500 fruit trees, mostly apple, himself with a little help from his friends. The rows of corn stalks grown for animal feed have long since turned over and given way to a fruit orchard. It is in these precious hours that he boards his tractor and sets out into the fields to be with his trees. Considering that he is an avid Stocks Trader by day, his true love comes in the hours before the Opening Bell and after the Closing Bell have sounded. My Goodman, for his part, has found his element and a passion for living off the land. In that time, not only did we dig in our heels and roll up our sleeves but we have undoubtedly if not unintentionally settled into the land. It’s been 5 years since we first rolled up the long driveway leading up to Honey Hollow Farm not knowing ultimately where that road would lead.
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