From My Makeshift Office on the Farm: Getting the Writing Right!

The Farm

Last night I slept on an air mattress in an unfurnished farmhouse at the edge of the Baraboo Bluffs. From my makeshift office on the front porch, I listen to the wind rustle the leaves of a nearby pear tree and the red winged black birds perched atop corn stalks trilling their joyous melodies back… Continue reading From My Makeshift Office on the Farm: Getting the Writing Right!