|Our home since 1987,
Windhover Farm is a 3½-acre montage of grassy fields, weedy lawns, stone-piles and
developing woods. Atop this remote refuge rests the fieldstone farmhouse with which we
fell in love at first sight, and which has since both benefited from and fallen victim to
the rehabilitation and renovation efforts of this amateur handyman and his ever-patient
wife. Within its walls, by the way, weve found the hand-hewn beams that formed its
framework decades ago, as well as the too-low doorway that was its entrance when it was a
parsonage; unfortunately, weve also found the residue of a few others among its
historical inhabitantswell skip the details.
(Pictured at left is the Living Room.)
Two-storied, with large oak-floored living-areas, an open staircase and a double-fireplace, this ol house has bedrooms for visitors (and Westies, of course!) and, fortunately, getaway-spaces for each of us to help our marriage survive Northeast Michigans long winter months. Since we so enjoy our home, were more stay-at-home folks than gadabouts yet weve long ago been made to feel welcome by good neighbors whove become good friends and for whom were most grateful!
(Pictured at the right is our Sun Room. The Westies love this room!)
You might first wonder whether a 3½-acre plot warrants being named at all and being termed a "farm" besides! Admittedly, its an affectation but this is the first home weve owned that was big enough to have a sign bearing more than just the house numbers! So, early on, we elected to risk our new neighbors ridicule by indulging our egos and "Windhover Farm" was the name that emerged to describe it perfectly (tho everyone herebouts will forever call it "the Timm House"!).
(Pictured at the left is the Master Bedroom.)
The winter winds that blow unobstructed across the neighboring farms to beat against our stone walls are partially responsible for the name we chose for our home. They also inspired our ten-year effort to plant some 500 conifer trees, in the hope that those cold northwest winds would become a bit less cruel as the evergreens grow to form a protective windbreak...redirecting the wind to hover above our home briefly before moving on to blast the fields and forests beyond.
The wildlife of Northeast Michigan have added an element, as weve lifted our eyesfrom the abundant whitetail deer browsing in our orchard for a crisp apple or a succulent pear, and the wild turkeys combing the nearby cornfields for the last of the left-behind kernelsto gaze skyward at hawks, falcons and, more recently, eagles climbing, circling, hovering and diving in search of the critical elements of their life and, obviously also, seeking the thrill of flying ever higher, and the grace of riding the updrafts to glide among the clouds. Jonathan Livingston Seagull could take lessons here! and we have to wonder if poet Gerard Manley Hopkins might have been a secret visitor to this area a century ago, and perhaps inspired then to write "The Windhover".
CLICK HERE for "The Windhover" Poem
But enough about our homeits time to move on to introducing ourselves and our family of human kids and fur kids and giving you the promised opportunity to introduce yourselves as well. Well welcome your e-mail, especially if you want to [a] share information about your own home, family and similar interests, [b] teach us something we should know about subjects of our common concern, [c] request more information about something we might know (particularly from Peg about Westies) or, of course, [d] compliment us on anything (see? were not proud!)
Here is a map showing where we are