When we moved to this place in 2004, it was a dramatic change from living in a small city. My daily commute to work went from a 15 minute walk to an hour long drive. At first, it seemed like a never ending ride but after a few weeks, it became almost routine. Leaving work to head home was a gift. Home became known as my sanctuary.
In honour of my nordic heritage, I wanted a runestone to mark the entrance to the farm. DH being a very talented artist created the runestone in the photo as a birthday gift. The runes translate to 'sanctuary' - the 'heart' name for the farm. However, using Sanctuary as the actual written name for the farm seemed a bit too pretentious.
I initially wanted to call the farm - Runestone Farms - but a quick internet search revealed that name was already in use.
The land around us is dotted with beautiful white pines. When the wind blows through the needles, it sound like the trees are whispering. Since DH put a pine tree on the runestone, it seemed logical to name the farm, Whispering Rune Farm.
