April

Something about this farm, I'm trying to understand just what, keeps me going back to look again. At the end of a long graveled lane, an imposing barn with its vast roof and towering concrete silos planted at its flank and gable end. The large rambling house with its telescoping extensions in a shallow dip, pointing off into the horse tilled fields and 80 acre farms to the east. Buildings and livestock silhouetted against the horizon under an expanse of ever changing sky. A rich cropland, tamed but still somehow wild, giving its bounty and withholding its secrets across the generations of Pennsylvania Dutch who have patiently worked it.