Category: Floating Axe Farm

I am a big believer in the power of home. The presence of the people that you love can make any place home. I’m not…

Nothing like going a whole month between posts. So much has happened that I really don’t know where to start, so I mentally winnowed the past…

And then, one day, the light mellowed into a golden glow, and the breezes rustling the treetops brought the first handfuls of leaves to the…

I know it’s not really summer yet, but it feels like it.

There was never really a chance that this spring would look anything like the springs of years past. Life with a newborn would be enough…

Someone recently shared that they felt the temperatures in East Tennessee was something like Powerball: just random numbers thrown out in no particular order. And it’s…

As I write this, Decimus has the hiccups. Is there anything more amazing than a babe in utero hiccuping? No, there really isn’t. The last…

This week brings nearly all of our normal rhythm back into play, with the added wrinkle of it also being the last week the college…

The last day of the year. It feels a bit more meaningful as 2020 comes to a close, doesn’t it? Somehow a bit weightier? A…

We became birdhouse landlords on a larger scale when we bought Floating Axe Farm four years ago. Already existing on the property were four lovely,…