Jenny's music mirrors her life. She and her son lived in a self-built strawbale cabin nestled in a wet meadow near the shores of Lake Superior. She enjoys working and experimenting with ecological design projects and local organic agriculture. Days on their homestead are also filled with music, making natural hand-crafted soap, raising chickens, and working in the garden.

Homespun is brown eggs and fall apples. It is savoring slow sunny days and laughing at our misadventures. It is hard days and sometimes nights of work. It is patterns, traditions, handsewn, homegrown, from scratch. It is deep roots, keepsakes, seeds and tools passed down through time. It is summer swimming holes, potlucks, and barn dances.

Homespun is the slow turning of the seasons, the constant blending of night into day. It is the dignity and satisfaction of providing for yourself with your own two hands. It is spinning those things closest to your heart into a thread strong and fine. It is weaving these threads through each hour and each day -- then embroidering this cloth with the sun and wind, the peas on the vine, the warm hearth at dusk, and wrapping it round you when snow begins to fly.

Walk softly in the sun. Walk humbly with the wind. May health and happiness be yours until we meet again.