A gently sloping meadow, cradles the cabin in the hollow of the hill side. Fall flowered fields slip up to the porches like colorful crazy quilts that spread themselves around and down to the dirt driveway. Reaching this barrier they join hands and leap across to land softly on the other side where their colors run under the fence and blend together into a muted November palette . Beyond the enclosure a beloved albeit stubborn halflinger horse nuzzles among the faded weeds searching for the sparse greens that will soon need be supplemented with winter hay. Behind this peaceful pasture flowing in rolling weeded waves the landscape slows and quiets itself beside a mossy banked creek.This is home.
Welcome to Cabin Creek Farm and Studio.