Golden Hour A poem by Arend Thibodeau The sun touches the horizon Sending colors into the sky. Crimson and violet, beauty That cannot sustain. The golden glory Fades away We must be ready for night. Twilight’s gleam brings shadows And we become apparitions Our glow is no longer vibrant But View Article
Old Barns
The Rich History of a Farm with an A-Frame Barn
Nestled at the farthest edge of a quiet road in Maine, an abandoned farm stands still, its origins dating back to the late 1700s. The property, as recounted by a descendant of a previous owner, has changed hands numerous times over the years, serving various purposes throughout its staggering history. View Article
We The People farm in Canaan
Over the years, We The People farm has done hay and has two large chicken barns. My grandparents had Texas Longhorns, chickens and even ostriches at one point! There was a newspaper article done about the ostriches where my sweet, very short grandmother is near one! It was a dairy View Article