For years before I moved to Mary's farm, I had loved this place, passing by on the road home, slowing to look. There was usually something going on: smoke coming out of the chimney; a tractor in the yard being worked on; Mary kneeling in her garden, tending the phlox. And, always, there was the mountain in one or another of its seasonal moods. To have moved here as I did was a little like falling in love with an old friend, someone you have known for years, someone you never thought of that way. But, all of a sudden, there you are: I never thought Mary's farm would become mine and to be here is like the best, most rewarding kind of love.
THE VIEW FROM MARY'S FARM by Edie Clark
THE VIEW FROM MARY'S FARM is a collection of Edie Clark's essays that originally appeared in Yankee Magazine. Do you think you would like to read more?