Pine View Farm is the family farm where I grew up on Virginia’s Eastern Shore. It’s been in the family for over 90 years and will remain so. I carry it with me wherever I go.

Here are the pines of “pine view.” They were planted two years after I was born. But they outgrew me.

The Pines

Here is the mist rising from the field in the early morning:

Fields

Looking out the front door towards the road. The soybeans are just about ready to be harvested, but it doesn’t look like a good yield this year: Too little rain, followed by too much rain all at once:

View towards the road

My father cutting the ditchbanks in front of Pine View Farm. He was 80 when this picture was taken two years ago. He bought the tractor when I was two (it runs better than I do). For those who care about such things, it’s a 1952 Farmall Super C Three-Point with a two-point hitch.

Farmall C Three Point with Sicle Bar

Pine View Farm from the air (it’s kind to the top left of the penisula); the plane is flying south down the middle of the Chesapeake Bay.

From 37,000 feet

Dogwoods blooming in the spring:

Dogwoods in Bloom

More dogwoods:

Dogwoods in Bloom

What happens to a Magnolia when the growing top is taken out by a screaming line drive to right field:

Magnolia Tree

Addendum:

Times change. My brother and I sold the farm shortly before my mother passed away. It had become apparent that neither of our paths would take us back there. But we still carry it with us.