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These are the ghosts of the wild tomatoes that (each summer) rise from the loam and take over my yard. The pig jaw is from my neighbor’s carcass pile. Out here, that’s a thing.
The picnic table they rest on is a nice pallet that the very same neighbor let me take home in the back of my truck. The pallet picnic table is held up by two junk-store sawhorses that cost me less than 5 bucks. I live in an old farmhouse (gussied up in navy blue and a red metal roof) made cozy upon my arrival by a top to bottom renovation.
Yes, Virginia, house-poor is definitely a thing.
LA was my base for over 20 years before this- I miss my friends and my salary and my hairdresser, but not much else.
Besides, this middle of nowhere life gives the most unusual gifts- bones and broken china and musket balls that rise from the muddy hills at the first thaw, a laboriously slow Spring that gives birth to furious pink peony blooms, a too brief Summer that passes in a swoon of greens and swirling blue skies, Falls that arrive with a riot of ripe vegetables and trees all gussied up in crimson and golds, and the winters… those old man winters…with bony white charm and eyes full of menace…one minute gifting lovely snow flakes and the next, slapping with ice…but mostly he’s toothless and doddering and by March, April, May, he’s well overlong with his stay.
I’ve met lot of nice friends out here, all artists and poets and musicians, all outliers.
When I first arrived, I dated the two-horse town lawyer (a most respectable gent) and followed him up with a crazy young crazy lover who came but almost didn’t went.
I’m good now, I’m good, I’m good, I repeat with the wind as it howls down the tired old hills to knock at my windows like a ghost who’s not sure if they’ve been missed.
I’m good now, I’m good, I’m good, I repeat while he huffs and he puffs but he can’t blow this old house down…anchored as it is with a lovely stone foundation from the 1820’s and a lot of dollars from heaven.
Discover Cooperstown’s best kept secret…Origins Cafe at Carefree Gardens.
Locally harvested food in a gorgeous greenhouse setting…this is the brainstorm of two equally gorgeous Cooperstown, NY, sisters.
Kristen and Dana Leonard have lovingly crafted a creative breakfast and lunch menu full of fresh local and organic ingredients.
Free spirits and staunch supporters of the Slow Food Movement, and of our local farmers, these women really know how to make things happen in a delicious way.
Lucky for me, the girls love my iphoneography and now Origins at Carefree Gardens keeps a mini gallery of my work on their cafe/greenhouse wall.
Address: 558 Beaver Meadow Rd, Cooperstown, NY 13326
The floral and veg images were gathered from my daily walks around my 1820’s farmhouse and my drives around Otsego County, including the beautiful Cooperstown area.
Each 8 x 8″ photograph is infused directly to aluminum, float mounted and ready to hang, each one is signed and numbered (5 in a series).
The photos are limited editions and once the tourists arrive in C-Town they will sell like organic panini.
To view the photos, stop by the cafe and say hello to the Leonard sisters and their parents, Brent and Mary (who fell in love at Cornell and founded Carefree Gardens over 28 years ago).
Buy a plant, have a smoothie and a panini, and you will fall in love with the Leonard’s and C-Town, just like I did.