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When I was 22, I spent a summer living and working on a hilltop farm in the Mad River Valley in central Vermont. I lived in a small apartment above a garage woodshop with my fellow interns. We helped support the retreats that the farm and nonprofit ran for environmental and social justice leaders, and assisted with caring for the land, including weeding the blueberries, pulling barbed wire out of the pastures, and digging water bars on the road up into the woods. It was a formative experience for me.
It was in those pastures, walking up and down that hill, sitting with the sheep and the ancient apple trees, that I began to untangle some of my complicated feelings about belonging, place, and kinship. It’s a place I hold close to my heart still, and so, when I learned that my old friend and mentor Helen, who runs the farm, had written a book, I knew I had to read it immediately. Helen is an incredibly kind, thoughtful, and generous person. I knew the book would be wonderful. But even I was surprised by just how deeply this memoir moved me.
 The Salt Stones by Helen WhybrowIn this beautifully written memoir, Whybrow invites readers into the love she has for Knoll Farm and the flock of Icelandic sheep she shepherds there. She recounts her childhood growing up on a farm in New Hampshire, the early days of caring for Knoll Farm with her partner, and all the challenges, surprises, and mysteries she has encountered in over 20 years of shepherding. |
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