Pat Bush described it as “the perfect Slow Food house.” Most of the farm house had been added on to an 18th century log cabin. A sunny sitting room adjoined the kitchen, which still had a colonial-era hearth and chimney. It had been closed off because of the heat loss, but it was still impressive. Pat said that inside the hooks to hang the pots were still in place and that they had found several cast iron pots, including a spider (like a frying pan with legs) that were identified as pre-Civil War by historic preservationists. She said that just once they’d like to open it up, cook one big meal, and close it off again.

A wood stove made the house very cozy. There were fascinating antiques and artwork all over the place. Brian said that the barns and outbuildings and house were stuffed with old furniture, clothing, bottles, and correspondence of the previous owner, who lived there into her 90s and had no heir. She left the place to the man who looked after it for her with the stipulation that the property never be developed, and he rents it to Pat and Brian.

Pat is known for her expertise in medicinal herbs at the Greensboro Farmers’ Curb Market. She and Brian operate a CSA and many of the people at the work day and potluck were members. They sell eggs, vegetables, cut flowers, and plants, and if NAIS doesn’t stop them, their plan is to begin selling heritage breed chickens and turkeys.

I swear these turkeys mooned me. That’s okay, I know what your future holds, buddy.

These girls had fun gathering eggs.

I finally got to meet a cat named Bob, the end of a lifetime search. He wasn’t too keen on making friends, though.

The potluck was incredible, because we had several traditions represented - turkey with mole prepared with ingredients brought from Mexico, a Nicaraguan cake called “Tres Leches,” Palestinian delights, raw foodies’ salads, and an tasty peppery chicken soup. I’m not known to be a social critter, but I had a really great time.

I told Pat that I was insanely jealous. She said that even though they loved the place, most of what they could see most days was all the work that needed to be done. I could understand that. I’m still insanely jealous.