Mickey and I are holed up at a friend’s house over in West Saugerties, escaping Real Life for a couple of days. Going on long walks, staring at wildlife, typing and, in Mickey’s case, snoring.
I feel the way I used to feel every time I left NYC. Still going thousands of miles per minute until the stillness of the countryside got in me and started rearranging my cells.
Hudson is hardly a thriving metropolis, but it IS a city and does thrum and buzz and clank. So, when I got here to this sweet, quiet house, I was thrumming and buzzing and clanking. And now I am collapsing. There’ s a slight white noise out the back side of the house here and at first I thought it was traffic. But no. It’s the CREEK.
Yesterday, before packing up for this woodsy escape, I did Realtor Stuff which, in this instance, involved driving around Columbia and Dutchess counties, Mickey riding shotgun, looking at beautiful swaths of land. It did not suck. Okay, it sucked slightly. Because farms like this one are, as we all know, vanishing.
Farms are being devoured by stubby plastic houses that look like those in the opening credits of the show WEEDS.
I’m sure these houses have their plusses, but I’m not sure what they are and I’d have a hard time selling one because I think they should be blown up.
So, even though yesterday’s Realtor Business brought me to that beautiful old farm, it was a little sad.
My friend Laura the Hot Farmer, who is an Actual Farmer (I don’t just call her that because it sounds sexy, though of course, it does) does all her farming on TWO ACRES. Grows vegetables and fruit, raises chickens, pigs, goats, and, yes, actual human children, on TWO ACRES. Because no one who is Actually Farming can afford an Actual Farm. The beauty I saw yesterday will probably never again be used as a farm because no one with farming skills can afford to buy it.
So I’m in the woods, decompressing, working on a noir novel about three women taking revenge on a mutual stalker, looking at trees and mourning the loss of land and what it means for our souls.