Christmas Tree at Weather Hill Farm

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Looks like someone is happy with her Christmas tree choice!  Merry Christmas!

A morning walk at Weather Hill

August 23, 2016 |  by  |  No Comments

Yesterday morning dawned cloudy and humid with a light southerly breeze. I decided to forgo a light coat as the weather has been quite warm and humid recently and the thought of getting caught in a shower wasn’t an unpleasant one. As I walked along the lane, I was struck by the difference in sound the wind made as it swept through the leaves of various species of trees. I found that Shagbark Hickory leaves have a heavy, lusty sound to them as the southern wind blew through the limbs, while the leaves of the Grey Birch presented a sound much like a whisper. Both sounded different than that of the Cherry tree. Each was special, different; each with a distinct sound resulting from that southerly breeze. It struck me that, much like a connoisseur of classical music, each tree sounded different. Each difference was important. A connoisseur of classical music can listen to an obscure piece of music a few seconds in duration and, having never heard the piece, can identify it as written by Bartok or Schuman. I wonder if it is the same for trees. As I walked along towards Weather Hill, the breeze stiffened, the clods thickened, and rain began to fall. Perhaps the most harmonious sound I heard on my morning walk was the rain water falling from the roof of a nearby barn. The farmer had seemingly never installed gutters on the barn’s roof, so the rain rolled of the edge of the roof and fell unimpeded some 30′ before reaching the ground. There it fell into a small trough created over decades, I suppose, by thousands of rains. The sound it made was so distinct, so lyrical, so magical. Just as beautiful as any symphony.

Eric Sloane and the apple tree

August 23, 2016 |  by  |  No Comments

Here is small example of the apples growing in Weather Hill’s orchard.  Eric Sloane wrote of and illustrated the apple tree and “apple industry” a great deal in his books and paintings.  Apple cider (most often of the ‘hard’ variety) was used as a type of currency in America’s infancy.  Apple trees of any variety were considered vitally important to the early American homestead.  We feel no different about ours.20160813_170856-3

Eric Sloane and the Westfield Seek-No-Further

May 25, 2016 |  by  |  No Comments

Good news at Weather Hill Farm!  We were able to secure two scions from the Westfield Seek-No-Further that Eric Sloane describes in his 1965 work A Reverence for Wood.  Sloane’s description of the sequence of deaths, falls, and resurrections of Westfield Seek-No-Further apple trees is charming and extremely interesting.  You can tell that Eric Sloane was quite moved by his treck to Dudleytown Mountain to see of he could uncover where the first Westfield Seek-No-Further might have been planted in the 1700s (see pages 40-41 of A Reverence for Wood by Eric Sloane).  Our two scions were obtained by permission from the current property owners and have been planted by Edith and I at Weather Hill Farm.  Following an established tradition amongst apple growers, we will call our scions “Eric Sloane’s Westfield Seek No Furthers” after the man himself.  It seems a fitting tribute.



New Sign For Edith’s Farm Stand

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Resident sheep Emmy Noether was the model and inspiration for this, Edith’s new farm stand sign.  1126151236-2

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Farmer Edith checks her peach orchard…edith and peach tree

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Memories of Edith’s farm stand this summer…farm stand

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edith card making          Ms. Edith preparing some of her home made cards to offer for sale in her farm stand this holiday season.

Our latest visitor to Weather Hill Farm

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bunny at woodsmans

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4 degrees this morning and my mind has been wandering back to the fields of Alpirsbach, Germany. No wonder some Germans who emigrated to America found much of home in the Pennsylvania fields…

alpirsbach fields