ABSTRACT
Just over ten years ago Kitty Myers and her family decided to leave New Mexico and return to Michigan, where her husband Dennis had been raised. They were exchanging a world of bright light and brilliant colors, of sun and adobe, for a damper, more intimate landscape, a landscape that was still wrapped in the gloom of late winter at the time of my visit. They bought a small farm, sight unseen, in the rolling, well-wooded countryside in the north of the state, and since then they have done their best to make a living from the land. It wasn’t easy to begin with, and if anything it has got harder since.
