Original Art & Literature

Found in our Room Notebooks

Many artistic talents have stayed at the “Pharm” and left us some special treats in our room notebooks with exerpts below. Others have enveloped the homestead’s charm and we know of at least two published books by authors - Barbara McMahon- Yours for Ninety Days and Sophia Mah - Chopstyx, a novel and paintings by renowned artist Joan Chlarson, (Our barn, vineyard and miniature horse mares pictured) and local artists Melodie Lane and Alyceann Ginelli plus a number of fantastic photographers.

Our Fig Tree by Melody Lane

Our Fig Tree by Melody Lane

Joan Charlson Painting

Joan Charlson Painting

Room Binder Cowgirl

Room Binder Cowgirl

A New Fairytale by Carmen, Age 11

Once there was a girl that lived in a forest. She did not live alone, for all the woodland creatures were her friends. Every day, she would go outside to pick wild berries. She would share them with her forest friends every day. She knew that her mother already lived her fairytale, and that it was time to live her’s. So she set out to the forest to wait for her prince. Years passed and no prince ever came for her. She was getting tired of every day of her life being spent in the forest. So one day she gathered her few belongings and set out to find true place in her life.

Everything seemed to happen in a blur. She didn’t know what to do, but she felt a slight tug in her heart leading her to the outskirts of the big city. She walked for days but the feeling didn’t let up. Then one day it stopped. She found herself in front of a small house. And since she found it deserted, she cautiously stepped inside. Immediately, the feeling came back and led the girl to the back of the house. Outside was a pretty little backyard, it had a green lawn and flowers of every kind, even a small pond with turtles. But what caught her attention most, was a small white shed, with emerald colored vines crawling up the sides. Slowly she walk towards it and opened the door. And what she saw inside made her heart skip a beat. Inside all tied up with a towel in his mouth, was her prince. And as she undid his ties she realized she didn’t need to live happily ever after, but never the less she still did. And they all lived happily ever after.