I know, you’re surprised. I am too. You know and I know that my cook Ella only allows me in the kitchen for conversation. But here I am, proud owner of this place—Lambswool Farm. A farm that serves meals, would you believe that? It’s an amazing place. Magnificent.
Coming out here is the perfect cure for the unsettling feelings lurking around Sea Harbor these days.
The farm renovation wasn’t entirely my idea. I remembered the old Favazza farm as a spot to sit in my Sonny’s Lincoln convertible beneath a full moon, cuddly and cozy. Making out, we used to call it those millions of years ago.
But then something peculiar happened. The rolling fields and broken down barns rose up and called out one day, begging me to bring them back to life. So I did. Well, we did.
Once my granddaughter Gabby saw this place—she’s the deer-like creature out there right now, racing through the fields—she began planning how many sheep we needed. Cats came next (and there’s a pony on the list).
Next a gardener friend begged to dig her fingers into the soil. She’d enrich it and create the finest organic garden on the North Shore, she said. And Claire did exactly that.
And then my lovely friend Nell, who sometimes fancies herself as Sea Harbor’s Barefoot Contessa, suggested we turn one of the barns into a state of the art kitchen. ‘Plated dinners at sunset,’ she said, “using organic vegies from Claire’s garden. “Fresh fish from the sea.” I groaned. But it was a happy groan.
And before you knew it, area chefs were clamoring to host the dinners at Lambswool Farm.
Planning for the first farm dinner is a great distraction from the strange things happening in town: a fine young man losing a job, a beloved family doctor acting strangely, a stranger coming through town—and not leaving.
But we’ve pushed the bad vibes away. In just a few days we’ll hold the first dinner—a rehearsal, I call it. Just invited friends and family to help us work out all the kinks.
“We’re probably imagining the unrest in town,” I told Nell this morning. “It’s just slight nervousness about the dinner.”
But Nell said no. “This beautiful place can’t be responsible for the unsettling feeling gripping Sea Harbor,” she said.
Cass, our lobster fisherwoman friend, agreed. She blames the bad vibes on the tourist passing through town. A pleasant man, in my opinion. I told Cass she’s been banding lobsters too long. She expects to be pinched.
But Nell agreed with her. There’s something about him, she said. Something I can’t put my finger on . . .
Something about him? Nonsense. He fixed my new John Deer tractor, after all.
To prove them all wrong, I’ve invited Glenn—that’s his name— to the dinner on Sunday.
Wine and delicious food, music. Friends soaking in the magic of Lambswool Farm at sunset. It will be a perfectly lovely time. How could it not be?
There are plenty of reasons, a voice in my head says. But I am dismissing it, right now. . .
Murder at Lambswool Farm is the 11th book in the Seaside Knitters mystery series, published by Penguin, May 2016.
Late summer blooms in beautiful Sea Harbor, Massachusetts, and while a harvest thrives, Izzy Chambers Perry and the other Seaside Knitters will need to cast on their sleuthing skills to save a local farm. Unfortunately, finding a killer can be like looking for a needle in a haystack. . . .
Seaside Knitter Birdie Favazza has long loved knitting, but lately she’s taken on a new challenge—making a family farm operational again. With help from friends, Lambswool Farm is now up and running, with thriving crops and grazing sheep. In addition, the farm will host rustic, six-course prix fixe dinners plated by local chefs and served on a gorgeous restored harvest table, decorated to perfection with colorful knitted vegetables crafted by Izzy Chambers Perry, her aunt Nell, and the other Seaside Knitters.
But on the night of the first meal, everything spins out of control when one of the guests, Seaside Harbor’s family physician, becomes fatally ill. It seems that behind Dr. Alan Hamilton’s friendly bedside manner was a man with enemies and secrets.
Soon the town is gossiping and pointing fingers at all possible suspects—including the women at Lambswool Farm. Now the Seaside Knitters must join together to uncover the truth in Dr. Hamilton’s complicated past—and restore peace to town and country alike.
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About the author
Sally Goldenbaum writes the Seaside Knitters Mystery Series, set on Cape Ann, Massachusetts, an area she visits every chance she gets. Murder at Lambswool Farm, the newest in the series, is now available in hardcover, and the 9th book in the series, A Finely Knit Murder is available for the first time in paperback. Connect with Sally at sallygoldenbaum.com.
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