In order to be an herbalist it is sometimes necessary to value the old and the ancient. That’s one excuse for why I am so behind the times with modern cybertechnology. Including this blog. Slowly but surely, I am catching up.
After the fire in the guesthouse at Sunnyfield Herb Farm I ruminated for a long time. That little farm was my residential true love. I don’t believe I will ever be as happy living any other place. However, the destruction of the guest house gave me options and I decided to sell it. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe not. I loved that place so much, but I also didn’t feel like it was the best place for me in the great scheme of things. As a nationally known teacher of herbal medicine, was it best to be in Minnesota? Did I want to stay in a climate I pretty much hated for the rest of my life? Minnesota winters are not for me. Then there are the mosquitoes. I felt like I was in exile on my own land for ten months out of the year, due to cold or mosquitoes. Finally, I knew the real estate market in 2004 was inflated. I sold out on the last little blip of optimism, in the fall of 2004.
More personal bio later. I am not the self-revealing type.