Who we are
was born in the city of Reykjavík, Iceland. All my life
however, I wanted to live in the country and be a farmer. I spent many summers
as an employee on a farm in Iceland where we raised about 100 sheep and 30
horses. That was paradise to me. That was the life I wanted
to live. Being creative, working with animals and being outside
was where I wanted to be.
University brought me to the West Coast of the United States to
study Landscape Architecture.
This is where I learned to love trees and I really felt at home
here in the Northwest. The easy climate, friendly people and the
natural environment was attractive to me. It felt like Summer all
year round. Winter felt like a rainy Summer and Summer felt like a hot
and dry Summer. This was a comfortable place to live.
After meeting my husband and spending some years living and working in
Iceland and on
the East Coast of both Canada and the USA, we decided to venture back to
the Northwest. My husband was a true globe trotter. Having
lived and worked in many countries all over the world he felt the
Northwest was a pretty good place to settle down in. For the
first few years we lived in Olympia, Washington, both working in
our fields of expertise: Architecture and Landscape Architecture. But,
the life of a farmer kept pulling me and we eventually looked for land
and found this wonderful farm in Independence Valley, just 35 miles south
of Olympia. We moved here in the summer of 2000. To me it was like
dying and going to heaven.
We moved here with our two cats and two chickens that we had kept in our back
yard in Olympia. As we moved in, we adopted two puppies. The
first Winter we got the cows and the next Fall the sheep, more chickens
the Spring after that and then came the bees. We planted a
vineyard and fruit trees and are getting to a point of being self
sufficient. This was all very hard work and having a full time job
on top of it was just about too much. I eventually stop working off
the farm in 2007 and now stay on the farm full time.
My husband, Markthor MacFarlane was my helper until his death from
cancer in 2015.
As I was preparing myself for going it alone, along came love
again. Life has a funny way of doing that to us, moving
on, that is. That love came in the name of Keith Fagernes,
a friend and fellow farmer. We had been friends for many
years and who fits a farmer better then another farmer.
Not love at first sight but love grown over a long period of
time and without really knowing it was there, until we found
ourselves both single and realizing that we could be a very good
team together. We now farm our respective farms and help
each other in just about everything.