Golden Brown, golden brown The landscape’s wearing its golden gown Makes me frown, gets me down I miss the green in this golden brown. As Summer descends, the landscape colour and demeanour is changing. The greenery is disappearing quickly as the weather heats up and the air dries out. The…
Brrrr…winter is on its way at White Stone Farm! Crisp, clear nights with millions of stars ablaze in the sky turn to frosty mornings and a landscape blanketed in icicles of white. The grass crunches underfoot as I brave the frigid air to feed the early morning crew. Jess is…
He sits still by day, a part of the tree that he calls home. His eyes are closed as he prepares for the nightly hunt or mere slits to quietly watch the world through sleepy pupils. When he does look at you, it’s with piercing yellow eyes. At night he…
Every day at White Stone Farm there is something new to discover. Whether it’s an old garden bed, complete with fruit trees buried under monstrous weeds and years of neglect, or a new type of raptor soaring overhead, or a new animal that shares the property with us, there is…
