So here it is everyone, a blog to capture the layers of what makes Bonanza Springs Farm a real place in time. This piece of land, blurred a bit around the actual property lines into about two acres, holds a rich history. A woman named Margaret moved here in the 1940’s all by herself, working as a sculptor within the art colony on this mountain. She was a Jane of all trades, building by hand a ten by ten adobe structure in which she lived for eight years before expanding into a “modern” 400 square foot home built a few feet away. She paid an extra $50 because of the flat and sunny plot down below, now a jungle of an orchard and our little farm. Her days were spent making stained glass, harvesting, preserving, and tending the natural world around her. The remnants of her cultivations are seen in the sixty year old Japanese Maple tree, the hundreds of varieties of plants and flowers, and flocks of birds that came to know this piece of land as a welcoming habitat. She is known on the mountain as a legend, stories told as if she were a myth, all of which infuse this land, our home, with a sense of magic and reverence for what grows and lives here. The homesteading shoes are big ones to fill, and in our bumbling, aching, and oft ill-tempered way we are trying our hardest to do her proud. And so, this blog is an attempt to catalog our successes and failures, to document the projects, meals, celebrations, and defeats that continue to transform our lives.