Books were the initial attraction between my husband (Hansen) and me (Villa) and Ray Bradbury is one of our favorite authors. Ray titled one of his anthologies “Golden Apples of the Sun,” which as with so many of his stories, is a series of love stories. The title comes from the final line of the Yeats poem we have as our initial post. We placed it as the beginning of this blog because you have to start somewhere, even though it feels as if we have been starting new adventures every day. Our latest joint venture is starting a subsistence farm on land we purchased in 1996. My husband helped my father-in-law build a cabin on The Land (40 acres in Western Wisconsin), and my in-laws lived here during summers until they could no longer make the hajj to Arizona every winter. A few years later, my father-in-law went to the doctor due to having flu…only it wasn’t flu. It was cancer. Eight months later he died, leaving my mother-in-law, Irene, alone. She always hated living in the country, so we invited her to live with us in Maine. She lasted one winter, then announced she was headed home for good. That left us with some decisions to make, so investigating options, I found I could retire from being an Assistant Federal Defender…and so I did. We moved back to the Midwest (here, to The Land) on August 27, 2014. We have been working to make a living from The Land ever since (since federal retirement is not very generous). This is our adventure. We share it with you.