Witches Hollow was a 62 acre farm in middle Tennessee that I lived on for 2 years with my dog Amy. I grew my own food, renovated the c. 1885 farmhouse, raised chickens, restored pre-civil war era limestone walls around the property. I miss this magical place very much, but it was too isolated for me, and i ultimately returned to the city life.
I dug these stones out of the creek that runs in front of the farmhouse to build a flowerbed for a perennial flower garden
Firepit and the 'brave little toaster" Vanagon
1930's tobacco barn with 6 mule stalls, and a milking station for the family cows.
Behind the barn, the road in and out would be awash with waterfalls and streams for days after a good rain
Oliver and I were hiking in the woods near his house (down the road from Witches Hollow) when we came upon a baby hawk that had been pushed from the nest. it seem stunned, and unafraid of us. we visited with it for a while, debated trying to rehabilitate it, but ultimately decided to let nature take her course.
this beauty was basking in the sunshine in the road when i came upon it returning from town. it was far enough away from the house and barn to not pester with it, but i did stop the car and take a few photos and have a conversation with it...
This grotto was carved out by rainfall over the last couple of thousand years.... middle Tennessee used to be the floor of a large sea stretching from the Appalachias to the Ozarks a few million years ago... its not hard to find fossilized sea shells, coral and crinoids all over the place. I felt the sacredness of this space the first time i encountered it. this space was one of the largest draws to this particular piece of land for me.
i stacked this cairn as a marker to this place.. i wanted anyone that should come across it after i left to know that it was sacred and important to me... i would place fruits and vegetables from my garden as offerings here