Let’s kick Montezuma to the Curb!

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I never thought about where our water came from; it was just there, and we could use as much as we needed on our farm. We could drink it right out of the faucet; there was enough to share it with the animals, enough to water the garden and the fields and even enough to fill up buckets in the summertime so that we could play. Continue reading

Tides on a Fairy Island

I was born in the alps in a small village, between Austria and Italy and the Adriatic Sea, even though it was only a 3-hour drive, seemed to be a million miles away from our farm. I had seen pictures and I couldn’t wait to see it real. Finally, we drove down toward Venice and I stood on the beach and looked at the ocean. As much as I loved the mountains, I felt drawn to the sea as well; I loved the water.  Continue reading