Starry Hill Farm & Forest

Starry Hill Farm & Forest 🌱 Registered Nigerian dwarf dairy goats and ecosystem stewardship in Brighton, Ontario.

6:30am. Just over twelve hours ago. Try to use the moments you have to ground and steady for the day ahead.
08/26/2026

6:30am. Just over twelve hours ago. Try to use the moments you have to ground and steady for the day ahead.

I am grateful that all those moments, everything that came before, has led me here.
08/15/2026

I am grateful that all those moments, everything that came before, has led me here.

Back-meadow moments in the waning light.
08/09/2026

Back-meadow moments in the waning light.

Everyone else have those boots you put on, which just let every part of you know that you’re about to have a good time? ...
08/02/2026

Everyone else have those boots you put on, which just let every part of you know that you’re about to have a good time? Adventuring boots. Even for little, quiet adventures.

Morning. Thank you blue skies, thank you cool grass.
07/17/2026

Morning.
Thank you blue skies, thank you cool grass.

This and that. The scent of milkweed blooms and the evenings when the coolness comes, and the fireflies start up their t...
07/14/2026

This and that. The scent of milkweed blooms and the evenings when the coolness comes, and the fireflies start up their twinkling in the sumac. Promise in the garden, tiny worlds everywhere. Buckets of warm milk and ambles down the laneway for blackcaps. Funny bugs and funny fungi and green green green green everywhere.

07/12/2026

Always a friend or two in the garden: a quiet moment. Details to discern. Soil to smell. A deep exhale, and tiny delight.

Lots on the go here these days, and meanwhile simultaneously trying to streamline systems for household management, find inspiration, soak deeply into books and words of all types, be a present mother in the moments that come every day, and be under open skies as frequently as possible.

Lots to think and write about, and I’m grappling with where those words belong. Here on IG? Substack? I want to write and think and feel connected to other people who are writing and thinking. But I also want to be in all the delicious weirdness of real life and not with my head buried in this little rectangle of light… toads aren’t discovered in little rectangles of light, are they? Just the simulacrum of toad - a memory of toads.

Yearly rhythms that build our life, become our shared story. Once a year the hay is cut. Once a year the bailer comes.A ...
07/06/2026

Yearly rhythms that build our life, become our shared story. Once a year the hay is cut. Once a year the bailer comes.

A neighbour makes round bales for their cattle from our sweeping little hills, and I help myself to square bales cut from other fields throughout the year.

(Another little part of round bale time? We try to have “bale waffle breakfast”, where we make waffles and then all sit on a round bale together some pretty morning to eat them.)

Radiance of the dill. Life feels breakneck and I don’t know how to slow it down. Happily welcoming radical suggestions f...
07/06/2026

Radiance of the dill.

Life feels breakneck and I don’t know how to slow it down. Happily welcoming radical suggestions for making everything seem a tad bit more doable.

Ready to sink into summertime.
06/29/2026

Ready to sink into summertime.

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