Lesley Irene Shore

Lesley Irene Shore

Darkness

Darkness

The Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year. Leaves no longer rustle in the wind, they lie on the ground. When the wind whooshes, barren branches sway and bend. Trees may groan and snap, but they don’t rustle in winter. Quietude pervades winter’s woods....
Returning

Returning

The seasons turned into years. Where have I been? What was I doing? And why have I neglected this blog? I was writing a book, and writing the book demanded all of my attention. It’s been a labor of love and I’m delighted to report that I finally finished the...
Witch Hazel

Witch Hazel

Upon moving to Harmony Farm, I bought guides for identifying the land’s wild vegetation. During rambles over fields and through woods, I became familiar with the green world living there. I learned the names of many species and, over time, their medicinal uses. When I...
Community

Community

Bill and I planned to live out our lives on Harmony Farm. When we contracted for long term care insurance, we insisted that it cover in-home care. We built a separate building, “the studio”, with our elder years in mind and even investigated whether it might be...
Moving On

Moving On

Fall Fall’s energy invites us to let go of the old to make room for the new.  And so, during fall, I set my intention to release my ties to Harmony Farm.  I had been gradually separating myself, but the commitment to move on required that I sever the ties...