Thirty years ago Kim and Debra bought a farmhouse once owned by a man named Ed Auten. The farmhouse had many rooms. Tall ornate windows looked out across corn fields and doors opened to a small orchard surrounded by fat sugar maples. Out back, a small creek – Bloomer Creek – warbled over a shallow shale bed in early spring. Kim came to this farmhouse by way of a love affair – a love affair with vines.