I loved your blog, it made me smile.

I love this! I am a townie, I get my farmgirl fill by veg gardening & my cats and dogs are my "flock". I have a friend with Alpacas and have been know to visit at feeding time just to spend time with them. I come when it is shearing day, vacinations, toe nail clipping, 1 birth and lead training( for shows). I love it, although I dont live on a farm I get the farm girl experience anyway I can. Good for you "tobbacco stacker" and soon-to-be "potato digger". I hope your chimney thing works out…that’s the one thing I lack is a woodstove or fireplace. ttfn Nan

Dear Rebekah,

I enjoyed learning about the tobacco harvest — wow, that is a huge field to have been HAND harvested. What I enjoyed most was this: you’re hangin’ with and getting to know your new neighbors (and they you) in the best possible way: sharing work, helping out. Making friends of neighbors are the stitches toward making your house & your farm your HOME! I was in your shoes 19 years ago. You be bonding 😉

Breaking a shovel whilst digging for food is fer-sure, absotively, posilutely a farmgirl thang! 🙂 Those dang taters can be elusive prey. So, put on your Elmer Fudd hat and on your next hunt, be vewy vewy quiet.

Rebekah,
Thanks for the update on your new farm. How fun it is following your new adventures. I had to laugh at your longing for your first wood fire in your new home. I had that same longing 19 years ago when we brought our home in Northern California.
About 10 years ago I answered the phone to my neighbor/friend saying "Remember when heating with wood was quaint?" That just about says it all.
Guess what we got this summer? Yep, you guessed it (or maybe you didn’t). Two new heater/air conditioners. The kind that the front sticks out into the house, and the "guts" remain outside the house. Heating your house by pushing a button? I can’t imagine, but my husbands back will thank him profusely in the coming winters.
Hugs,
Deb

Love it! I have been a farm girl since the day I was born! Lived on a farm, moved to town, moved to the city and here I am in the middle of the woods. Around here we mound up around the potato plant to produce more potatoes so maybe you need to look for mounds of dirt with a some green growing out of them? Happy spud hunting!

Hang in there! Moving is hard enough; add renovation to the mix and it can be pretty overwhelming. Not to mention sixth grade which is known to be the hardest year out of twelve by a longshot. Love pure love!

We once had a little paso fino yearling that we got in a horse trailer deal, jet black and beautiful with a perfectly smooth gait. I loved him, but my husband called him the demon horse from hell. Ha. He was pretty feisty but so much fun. We sold him at two and a half years and he is now a fantastic trail horse.

If you don’t read Cold Antler Farm blog, check it out. You will fall in love with Jenna and her farm
and I think you will find her encouraging. Your pictures of the horse drawn hay cutters reminded me of her.

Try Avon’s Skin So Soft Original Bath Oil on your horse for flies. Spray lightyly around tail area & rub some around the eyes, but don’t get it in the eyes….

Hi. We have lived on rural properties in serveral different locations and countries and from our experience we would recommend a Mule…a Kawasaki Mule. It is so much fun to ride around in and has a little bed on the back to haul things and more than one person can ride around together. If you buy a typical ATV it will only haul one person at a time and part of the joys of country living is sharing beautiful sunsets, lovely views and even the simple times of working together! Just our suggestion….

How about a black and white checkerboard for your floor? You could easily paint a square or two at a time, so as not to be overwhelmed by the whole concept.

As far as the religious aspect, keep to your kindness philosophy as people have to love and appreciate other people for who they are. I am always amazed at what goes on in the world under the guise of "religious beliefs". Daily living can be hard enough without tearing people apart for their differences. Kindness and love rules always!

How about some of those fireplace candelabras for ambiance? You’re heading into the most beautiful seasons, enjoy it!

Kill ’em with kindness is my answer when someone tries to give me a hard time about my beliefs. It’s worse when it involves your child, but still works. I am so sorry that you can’t use your fireplaces. I was looking forward to living my dream of a home with a fireplace through you. Your farm really is BEAUTIFUL, though, and there still seems to be quite a bit of peaches and cream for you to enjoy.

I second the motion on the Kawasaki Mule! We have one that is about 15 years old- couldn’t run the farm without it- and it is like the energizer bunny- it just keeps on running- even when it is feeling sick. If the day ever comes that it has to be "put out to pasture" we would not consider replacing it with any other brand.
I also second the motion to get your new friend gelded as soon as the vet recommends!
I would be up in your maple tree calling the police on the man who wont leave your farm alone- you have every right to, just on trespassing if nothing else.
Show your community that you are genuine and loving- there is no excuse for your daughter to experience this at that age- the way you react will prove your faith. Good luck!

I am so sorry you’re having these problems. It must feel like hitting a brick wall. I’m so curious though – how did they KNOW? Are y’all purple with feathers, or something, that they could tell just by looking, that you were a different religion?

I think you’ve got the right idea about it. Be yourselves, be kind, and give them love. Cookies might help, too. Or better yet, pitch in and help if a family needs something, or there’s a community festival, things like that. I do know what it’s like to be different, but most people eventually come to accept you.

I like the other suggestions for your fireplaces. Fake it ’till you make it, I guess. I really hope you’re able to change the fireplaces so you can use them.

Good luck with everything! Just think, a year from now, perhaps most of these issues will be gone, and you’ll have possible solutions for the others. Keep your hopes up!

I would suggest you get a second opinion on those fireplaces. There are so many new things out there that it would not surprise me that someone has a solution that would work. Do a little research on line too.

With the community just be yourself and again do research on their religion so you understand where their feelings are coming from so you can understand these folks better. It would be like a midwestern (Nebr, KS, Wyom) moving into a New Jersey or New England community and not understanding any of the customs of the other religions in the area and there holidays etc.let along their dialect. Smile I am trying to be positive about this all. Good Luck and enjoy your new home.

Well, now you know you’re home. It is ALL yours…including owning the "unpleasantries" :o) I say that with compassion. I do feel for you … and most especially your little girl. It is hard to go to a new place, period, much less having to endure being singled out as even more different than just ‘new’. Your ‘love em’ response is the right one. You can’t control the choices that others make, but you can control your own and rise above the poor choices of others. It will be a character building experience for her, albeit not a fun one. My dad was in insurance and I was married to the military for several years too. I know all about having to start over in new places…as a kid and as an adult. It is not easy, but eventually things fall into place. You fell in love with the farm and you love each other. It will be enough to get your through. :o) hugs.

What puzzles me is why anyone would put that many ‘just for looks’ fireplaces in a house … and an old one at that. Now that’s just plaid weird. Is there any evidence of them having had fires in them before??? Hm, well if you can’t use them as is, then maybe re-think how to use them differently…the new high efficiency gas log type or some other insert? You’d have the visual flamey thing…minus the mess. Maybe the options will be better than the original idea? Sunnyside thinking?

With the right training, I bet your new horse will work out fine. At least, he’s not a repair horse. He’s clean…no bad experiences, no unfortunate history to un-do.

MyOhMy girl, you’ve got a full plate and no more beautiful a place to do it all in. Good gravy, it looks like what all of Grandma Moses paintings were based on … storybook country images.

Keep your eye on the dream. Not even the scarey ole drunk fella can impede a farmgirl with a vision.Call the law and be firm. Stake your claim and stand on it girlfriend. The world will come around and your dream farm will EVENTUALLY live up to your hopes for it. In the meantime, you’ll probably relate to the Tom Hanks movie, The Money Pit, from time to time. Laugh whenever you can grab a giggle. You’re gonna need it.

Sending supportive thoughts from Wyoming…where we’ve yet to finish my dream place in 18 years.
Shery

Hi Rebekah,
I like the gas log suggestion too. They heat the room, look great, clean and no mess to clean.
Also agree with "kill them with kindness" approach … your daughter will become a stronger person too.
About the trespasser … he wrote his own destiny years before you met him, plus he’s messing with the wrong person now. You know the law … use it to your advantage and find peace of mind that you’re right.
Love the pony, what a great addition to your farm.
Also, love the suggestion about the mule or a ranger instead of an ATV. A shared ride for your family around the farm would be great.
To control flies around our chicken coop and yard we use a food grade Diatomaceous Earth … works like a charm and it is safe for one and all. Should work well around all animals. We find this at our local county co-op.
Rebekah, enjoy your beautiful farm and hopefully everything else will fall into place.
Enjoy this beautiful fall in the mountains.

Hi Rebekah….I’ve enjoyed your posts for many years now and I’m quite envious of your beautiful new life. Of course there will always be bad with the good but in know in good time things will work out for the best. As a horse owner for many, many years I know you will find much happiness with your new bundle of joy. The only thing I would add is that horses are herd animals and they really need a friend to hang with not only for companionship but for security(safety in numbers). All the best to you and yours in your new life!!

Wow! You had a mouthful to say on this blog!First let me say,A loving mother feels a child’s pain a hundredfold. I grew up in a New England town with one church, Congregational.We were french Canadian in our heritage,our grandparents only spoke french and it was disrespectful to speak english in their presence.Therefore, english happened when I started school.My father drove us to a bi lingual school every day of his life.There was no kindergarten to give us a "headstart" My family was Catholic and a family friend drove to our home every Sunday to say Mass.We were taught,as you are doing, that God is God and we all reach out to Him in a different way.Like your unwelcomed visitor there will always be people who just don’t get it. I have to say that when my brothers and I became adults my parents had already instilled a sense of purpose in us and most people like us just fine and are only too happy to enjoy our friendship.With your guidance, I’m sure the same will be true of your daughter.Patience and love will rule.I must say I think the fireplaces are your biggest problem.Love the pictures.Before we had a tractor on our farm,the sight of those big black horses meant that my grandfather would hoist me up on the back when he walked them back to the barn. Such fun for me……today he would be arrested for child endangerment. So glad you are able to see a bright side to all of this as you have taken on a huge project.You "be steady" in your journey and you can’t go wrong.

CONGRATULATIONS for enjoying your lovely new (old) home and there is never a goof/mistake or error – all happy happenings. LOVE the stair way idea – a cousin of mine who lives in and old home just did her stair way – she went with the less crisp look of totally white and ebony – muddied the paint just a touch – looks sooo good. I digress – LOVE the bedroom happenings – it will be a most special place for the 2 of you. And now the front WELCOMING – barn red front door!!!! – YES!!! and the planters too – gracious what fun we are having. Oh you will get it looking just totally COUNTRY before long. I do envy you getting to do this. Take care, Live in the moment, God Bless.

I’d vote for a red front door–good feng shui, especially if your door faces north. But paint won’t make it face that way if it doesn’t. And tie a red bow on Oreo for good measure. Just something to make you smile for those moments that feel more like tears. Many blessings of good health, abundance and great, great joy to you for this wonderfilled project.

"Chaos is but order, misunderstood". You, my dear, are perfect in your imperfection! I love it! And I love red! Enjoy your upheaval, for this too shall pass…and all will be made new! How exciting for you! 🙂

Rebekah-
"Take a deep breath and let it go…" or "Good enough- move on" things I say to myself when perfectionism is getting the best of me (I really do not have to clean the grout with a toothpick!)

I’ve been 2 1/2 weeks in my new home in a new state in suburbia (moved from the county/ small town)- I know how you feel about new adventures.

Your red, white and black color theme is terrific. Maybe a few red pillows on the white chairs. A wreath with red berries on the black door. I like the black door, it will tie into your black front stairs. Also, how about a few planters or window boxes hanging from the porch railing filled with red geraniums.

Good luck getting settled. We too still have boxes everywhere and are having our third house guest this week. Yes, boxes and overnight guests miss-matched sheets and not enough towels because we can’t find the box (the movers packed weird and did not label things right). Take a deep breath… good enough.

Hugs-
Nicole

Wow! Corncob insulation!
Love the touches of Red! I am really looking forward to new posts and lots more photos!

Red front door. Definitely. It’s looking great!!

Would you RECONSIDER painting the steps black. They are so difficult to "see" in dim light, and difficult, therefore, to gauge exactly how deep the step is and "where one stops" and "where one starts". I would never have thought this 20 years ago…..but NOW it is important for our safety at our house.
Just HAD to say that for your consideration. We don’t want anything to happen to you and yours.

i commented on the 7 things,please post…did it go through.
iam currently wanting to move to another town (west wareham,ma from marion,ma) 4 house compound but waiting on $$$$$$.
i believe in my dream.i want one of the buildings on the property (shack) as my art studio.
any comment of encouragement welcome. we have 3 college kids/tutitions!!!

I vote for a red door! A red front door is supposed to bring u good luck:)

Dear Rebekah, I, too, love having a lot going on at any given time. I suggest to myself to do otherwise, but the pattern is too ingrained, so, like you, I’ve let myself off the hook and go with what I know.

LOVE the worn steps, wouldn’t dream of covering them up again. They earned the right to tell their story. Imagine the shoes that walked up and down them … the styles of shoes that changed over the decades. Now, they have dirty red boots happy to be there running up and down them :o)

LOVE the red. Red is the color of life. ‘Taint no wonder it gives new life to old things.

Red on your porch? A red door would sure look nice as a backdrop for whatever wreath or door dressing you might choose for the changing seasons. Pumpkins, leaves, gourds & bittersweet would look divine in those concrete planters. And, pumpkin time is just around the corner.

Your ‘mess’ isn’t messy. It is PROGRESS and beautiful. Your old house is alive again. Oh, it is going to be just Jorgeous.

I like the front of the house as it is. You can let the idea of red wait until you are positive just what you want to do. Or you can jump in and do something now.

To start why don’t you put some of the things you’ve already painted red on the porch. Take the wrought iron furniture off and put the old red chairs there. Stand back. Do you like red that close to the front door? Is it welcoming? I think it would be. More red? Add the milk can. Do you need red on the door? Go with seasonal touches-Valentines, patriotic red stars, red and orange leaves and a red and green Christmas wreath.

The wrought iron would look nice out on the lawn. Or what about using that chair in front of a frivolous vanity in the new bathroom, with a seat cushion tied in with big bows?

Do not paint the planters red. That would detract from the welcome of the porch, because that would be below eye level as you approach the house. It’s ok to have multi colored plants including red though, because at a distance there would not be solid blocks of red.

Paint the stair risers a nice clean white but not the treads unless there is new wood on them. Consider red paint not black.

Remember: Renew (repaint), reuse, re-purpose.

Rebekah I just came across your blog via goggle (corn cobs in ceiling) because I ripped down the plaster and lath ceiling in our 1740 saltbox dining room and found about 100 corn cobs. Still curious as to the reasoning but I’m guessing rodents?

You see why I called it a mud room? Best and handiest place in the house some times!

Thanks for the wonderful laugh your adorable dogs provided! I soooooo have felt that way at the end of some days. What I like best about dogs is that they just don’t care if someone sees them pooped out laying on the couch snoring!

i am in joyful & hopeful tears after reading your 7 things in 7 days about your move to carolinas.
this is a dream for me as well but for us it is in pemaquid,me by the ocean. and a home in west wareham by the pond.you have inspired me and hopefully we can brave out our dreams.thank you and your husband,in His provision,raquel (marion,ma)

Loved this post, Rebekah!!! Thank you so much for the 7 things in 7 days!!! Now that is the stuff of memories!!!And thank you’s for the great quotes!!!

Oh Rebekah, how happy I am for you and your family. I love love love the pics of the dogs, and I guess I am probably just as happy for them to have such a nice large farm to roam on. They looked very content. lol. Be Blessed and happy days to you and yours on the homestead. Neta

Yay! And welcome! I was a move in from another state (in the really deep south) and though I sometimes miss the lazy Mississippi River delta and all that goes with it, you know, linen napkins, antique silver, wide verandas, perfect manners, cicadas, and all things Southern both real and imagined, I have embraced this unique mountain heritage as my own. I love (and claim!) the music, the stories, the pure art of the crafts and quilts, their deep knowledge of the healing herbs. If you’ve never read The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter you must!!

My latest endeavor is spinning. Now that I don’t have horses I have so much more free time and I’ve become addicted to my spinning wheel. On my latest trip down south I asked an elderly aunt if she had any memory of a grandmother or great-grandmother spinning. She looked at me blankly then replied, "Well my heavens no. Of course we didn’t spin." Haha.

Enjoy your new farm, pace yourself and keep us posted!

Hi Becka,You have water in your creek,we have no water in ours here in MO.It did rain today for the first time in months,and was cool all day today.Enjoy your farm,creepy crawlys and all,it is still worth it!We had our hay baled this past week,it looks beautiful out in the field,looking at fresh new hay is one of my favorite things.The air smelled wonderful after the rain,the mixture of the newly cut hay,and smell of the rain was wonderful!Have a nice week,carol branum,lamar MO.

Welcome Home! It’s sounds like this is the adventure you were dreaming of. I look forward to hearing how things progress.

I had to take a moment to say thank you for the list. I am moving in just a few weeks and I honestly hadn’t even thought about #1. I had thought about packing a box with my bedding to go over with me before the move, but I never thought about including a few essentials for myself. Great idea.

I have been struggling with # 5 myself. No matter how many times I purge my posessions and belongings I still find I have too much stuff. I am an avid reader and collector of books, authors, etc. 11 years ago when I moved from California back home to Maine I reduced my books from 6 books cases to 4. 3 years ago I reduced it from 4 to 3 book cases and with this move I am going from 3 to 2. I have reached the point where I am now culling books from my shelves that I have allowed to define me. I brought them to a book store that buys back used books and the clerks were raving about my books and wanted to save them for themselves. As they crowed over each one, I was wishing I could bring it back home to live on my shelves, but I realized it wasn’t fair to the books. Yes, I loved them but to be honest some of them have not been read or used in 10 to 20 years. It was time they found new homes with people who would use them. Looking at the empty holes on my book cases as I get ready to pack I find myself missing them, but know that I made the right choice. Hopefully you can find a way to give new life to the things you love and no longer need or have room for.

I know I am looking forward to this new phase of my life.

So glad you are where you have always longed for. Sounds like it is going well and will only get better.
So very happy for you.

I am so happy for you and your family! Sounds like heaven. Isn’t it amazing to unplug for awhile, very cleansing. The same goes for uncluttering and simplifying. Enjoy your new farm life. I look forward to more posts about your adventures.

I have lived in Western North Carolina a year now and I sure do envy your creek. I love following your move and I agree with all the post numbers you spoke of. I used to always put my bed linens and some clothing in my dryer but we sold that before we moved here. Our rental house has one for us.

I wish I owned the property but I am a lot older than you . My daughter is grown but you are living your dream in a good time.
Thanks for sharing, I adore your adventures! Smiles, Cyndi

When I run into black snakes…I don’t kill them..I relocate them. Now I can kill a snake that is threatening my animals….(think cute little chicks) but mostly the benefits outweigh the annoyances. I catch ’em put ’em in a big bucket and move them about 2 miles away by a creek. But then I am not afraid of snakes…just don’t like to be surprised by them. I can’t kill chickens either…but that doesn’t mean you are soft…we just aren’t hungry enough here in the good old USA.

Oh my dear ‘farm girl’ friend – having, living on a farm is different for each of us – each farm setting is different so each farm girl is too. You will make it Rebekah’s (of Sunny Brook) for sure. I am proud of you for doing this. God Bless and hope the move is spot on.

Like my granddaughter says, "you will find your groove." This is very true. It is a little frightening leaving familiar territory behind and moving on to something new. I have done that a couple of times, once when moving out of state following a divorce, and then several years later after my children were all grown and on their own, deciding to move to Hawaii because I had wanted to experience life in the tropics for a while. It is a little scary leaving family behind and striking out on one’s own, but it is an experience I will cherish always. I learned, however, I am not the tropical type–missed the changing seasons too much, and I missed my family, so after 10 years of living in Hawaii, I moved back to the mainland to be closer to children and grandchildren. And, I have found my "groove" so to speak and you will too.

Wow, this was like reading about me!
No worries, you’ll be fine. Remember, it’s your life, no one else’s.

Closing the door and opening a new one is exciting!
Years ago we packed up our 3 and 5 yr. old, sold all we had and left the city to move to the mountains of Montana.
No job, no home, we just left.
I think back on it now, almost 30 yrs. later and think of how crazy we were, but we were determined to leave the crime and grime of the city and head into the mountains to raise our kids.
We did just that, bought a 100 yr. old farmhouse, hunted, fished, learned to garden, can, bake bread, make yogurt, made homemade Christmases and lived the best life.
No regrets at all, our children are grown and have families of their own, once again living in the big city, but talk of their childhood with a sweetness
and love for it.
May all your dreams come true…..hugs….Diana Henretty

Hi Rebekah! I have been following you for quite a while now & I must tell you how much I love your posts! Love the recipes too~~~really good~~~thanks for sharing:0). The move to your wonderful farm will be the beginning of another chapter in the diary of your life journey. And~~~you ARE tuff enuff! I agree with your feelings about animals~~~I have some & they are family~~~they have names & personalities & we love them. My husband & I live on seven acres of land that is mostly dry & dull in Arizona but, we have taken step by step for the last five years building a dream. My dream that my husband has gladly joined me in fulfilling. Our home,the chicken coop,the garden,the herb bed,the planting of trees & on & on. There is nothing like it!! I was born in Chicago but half of me is pure Southern red dirt girl, my Daddy’s family came from cotton mill workers. The family home had a huge garden & my grandma put up everything~~~! The turning point for me came when MaryJane’s Farm magazine appeared before my eyes & I KNEW exactly where I belonged~~~pure & simple. I am so happy with my life & I said all of this to say to you~~~~buckle on your red maryjanes & tie on your cutest apron & give your family & your new home all the love, joy,& heartfelt care you have inside you. You are a Farmgirl!!
XOXO,
Linda (sister #971)

Rebekah I totally understand your issues here. I would love to have the same opportunity you and your family now have to move to a farm and I share the same feelings you have toward animals. I respect the farmers and ranchers that deal with what it takes to slaughter the meat we eat. I couldn’t do it, on the other hand I have never had to do it so it isn’t in me.
I lived in Puerto Rico for 8 years when I was in my early 20’s. They make a home made chicken soup called Asopao (I’m sure spelled that wrong… sorry) but it includes the feet. I know it is more nutritious and healthy to eat a home grown chicken, but I couldn’t eat something that when I called it came running like a puppy would come when called. They tried to tell me it was store bought chicken….hmmmm, really? Feet and all? Just couldn’t do it.

On the other hand I am sure there are avenues open where slaughter would not be a necessity. From chickens come eggs. From milk cheese, milk, cream… from sheep come wool… (but then of course you already know that… lol) No matter which way you go there will be hard work, but there is satisfaction in hard work. I hope you find your nitch! Plus, you always have your camera as well. Go hunting with that and write a book filled with the wonderful pictures of renovating your loved farm.

Don’t forget the cats to take care of your mice and a farm dog to help with the other critters… lol

Good luck! I’m sure you and your family will do fine.
Tammie

You are a better woman than I. I grew up in West Virginia with 4 rooms and a "path". I could not get away from it fast enough when the time came. My kind of ideal living would be pink lemonade, a shade tree and a good book. Camping is OUT for me. Hubby and son dragged me through that experience years ago. I ended up going to a nearby motel while they finished their experience "in the wild"! … Different strokes…..

Echoing your words! I have the opposite question of yours – I’m moving from my small farm to suburbia. Scary! Am I tough enough to handle close in neighbors, traffic, light pollution, and noise? Add to that the 1/3 acre expanse of lawn with just a few rose bushes and six small trees, no chicken roost, no garden plot, only lawn, sprinklers, vinyl fence, cement patio and a shed. I’ve been reading up on the practice of permaculture and envision a yard alive and buzzing and tweeting and shading. Big plans for a small space. Like you this can be overwhelming, but I’m starting small and creating one usable corner, near the front door, pretty and editable and bug and bird friendly. One corner at a time and over the years a lush retreat. I may even sneak in a few chickens a bee hive or two and some angora rabbits. Here’s to change, adventure, and courage to built our dreams where ever life takes us. (ps- a company move took us from wet, cool, cloudy Oregon to sunny, dry Utah)

Becka,Oh How funny!I had to laugh,last night,I went to my farm directly after work,in a long cotton skirt,I did not have time,I thought to change,I had to feed one of my goats,and he got loose and ran wild,here I was trying to chase a goat in a ankle length skirt,boer goats eat down to stubs,and leave stubs u can fall on,well,I fell,luckly I was able to get up in time before he ramed me,it took se3veral atemps to get a rope back on him,luckly a male friend showed up!It took time,but,after I got him back into the pen,I walked over to a peach tree and picked him several peaches,as I did that,I got sticktites all over the bottom of my skirt!It will take hours to remove hundreds of sticktites all from the skirt by hand,or,I will have to just throw it in the trash!Daddy laughed at me,and said told ya so!but,I learned a lesson,that I allready knew,and had forgotton!Your so right,I could of gotton hurt so easily,and I wonder myself,am I tough enough!It was so hot last night too!I wondered too,what the heck am I trying to do,wrangling a goat in one hundred degree heat!This morning,I was talking bout this in the salon and my ladies were just a laughin,and just think they said ,one hundred years ago,women wore those long dresses all of the time,and I bet they picked a lot of sticktites off too!,have a great day! carol branum,Lamar MO.

ME too. I could never do the animal thing either. There was a black snake on our porch last week. I sent my husband out to do battle with it. He lost but the snake left about an hour later. I was absolutely frozen with fear. Now, I look carefully when I am in my front yard garden near the house for fear he is there. Hopefully, Jim annoyed him enough with the 1×2 that he’ll think twice before coming back. Can’t deal with snakes, couldn’t deal with killing animals or fishing. Just wanted you to know you are not alone farm girl. I’m suburban farm girl. Love the country just not sure I can deal with what goes with it.

I love this story…will have to say in this family I am the BMW girl and my husband is the Toyota truck four-wheeling guy! Crazy too but great match! Have many more fun miles drivin’ n smilin’….

I love this story!!! I laughed all the way through, you are brave, my little white GM sunfire with dual exhaust larger engine and a sunroof would be so upset if I traded her in. (her name is Finn) but I’m looking at trucks all the time around the farm and one day, I’ll just HAVE to have one to haul things too! Good for you for finding your Elvis 🙂 Nancy.

Love this story!!!!! I am dreaming of my dream truck right now, but I will have it soon, soon, soon! I do Haul Things too in my 4 Runner now, so I know I will get good use out of my truck when I find it:) Thanks for sharing!

This is just great. Thanks for the laughs. Love Elvis. I am going to have to look for a pic of my old truck, a 1956 Chevy, color…Primer Grey/Bondo….I loved him and we worked on him for a while, almost wrecked him a few times, dang old brakes. But we had fun with him, then of course, life happens when your kids are little and we needed cash. Bye Bye, Dream Truck. He became the dream of someone else but I still think of him often:)…….Raynita

I drive my Dad’s old truck all the time. It is a 1986 tan Maxda B2000. He passed away in 2001 and I love the connection with him. People stop by the house all the time & want to buy it.

July 4, 2007, was unusually wet. It had been raining since June 1st and had not stopped. And, no, I do not live in Oregon. I live in Texas.

I was living with my parents at the time, I didn’t drive (I was 27, but had basically a big girl’s permit. That is a long story I won’t get into). Daddy got up that morning and walked into the dining room, and said "I was thinking we could go to Henna and see if they have your truck there.". It confounded me, since I’d had the exact same thought, but didn’t tell anyone. What else was there to do? I was about to get my license, I had no vehicle, and it was raining. Still. All… day… long.

So, Momma and Daddy and I lazed around for a while, then piled into Momma’s Tahoe to go see the folks at the Chevrolet dealership and see about getting me a Trailblazer. Now, everyone argues with me up and down that Tahoes and Trailblazers are SUVs. I grew up riding in a big, steel bodied Chevy K5 Blazer and it was a TRUCK. SUV is a modern word that is strictly forbidden in my vocabulary.

I wanted a Trailblazer after sitting in my best friend’s truck. It wasn’t as big as my mother’s Tahoe, but still big enough. I could haul stuff (and as Rebekah says, what kind of stuff, I didn’t know) and I wasn’t sitting in Austin traffic, looking at the undercarriage of the Freightliner next to me. I felt safe.

So, they found one on the lot that was a lease vehicle, less than a year old with 1800 miles. I immediately hated it. The body style had changed. The driver’s side dash looked like a cockpit. I didn’t even want to drive it! I was afraid of it! So, I made Daddy do the test drive. He tried to convince me that it was okay, but he finally realized, I am his daughter, and I don’t need all the fancy buttons. The buttons cost 2000 extra dollars I couldn’t afford, anyway.

So, the salesman drove around the lot and finally found one that had JUST been taken off the truck and wasn’t even in inventory. He swung around front like a bat out of Hell…. in a GREEN Trailblazer.

"It’s… green," said Daddy with a sour expression. He had a thing about green vehicles… a racecar driver had been killed in one in the 1970s, and apparently green was unlucky. I had heard this my ENTIRE life, and my very first vehicle was going to be green.

"I don’t care, I like it, let’s go!" and headed for the passenger side. Well, that irked Daddy who pulled over at one point and MADE me drive it. I just knew I was going to destroy this truck.

Then… I hit the accelorator. VROOM!!!

"What just happened??" I exclaimed.

"It’s just because it’s an inline 6. This engine has a lot of torque, so it’s going to get away from you if you’re not careful."

He saw the smile on my face and the gleam in my eye.

"I don’t want to catch you racing around in this thing," he made clear, knowing I wasn’t going to listen. He started laughing when I said "Okay", because he knew I didn’t mean it.

A couple of hours later, we signed the paperwork and the dealership told me they had to inspect and detail it before I could take it home, so the next day, we went back and picked up Fred. I drove to and from work (with someone in the vehicle) until a month later, and I got my license. I even parallell parked for the very first time in that truck, and I aced it.

Sadly, a couple of weeks after that, my father had a heart attack. For a week and a half, I drove Fred alone, taking care of house hold things while he lay in ICU, holding on while we planned for the inevitable. He passed away two months to the day after we bought that truck.

I was only working part time, it was my first big installment loan, and Daddy had the foresight as my cosigner to buy Credit Life insurance. Two and a half months after we signed our loan docs, Fred was paid in full.

I still drive Fred, and some times I go too fast. My fiance’s family marveled that I made it from Lubbock to Oklahoma as fast as I did… little did they know, I was going 90 most of the way through the panhandle. He’s taken me through mountains, plains, mud, checkpoints at Ft Hood (I got lost SEVERAL times) and even a haboob that made national news in Lubbock.

Even if I get a newer vehicle some day, Fred stays with me. I was the one making my payments, but with the Credit Life paying off the note when my father died, I consider Fred to be the last thing my father bought for me – I treasure him.

And it’s a fun little secret between us Trailblazers… that Straight 6 gets us ALL in a little trouble from time to time!

My first vehicle was an 87 F-150. I named him Wild Willy. He was green and yellow, but soon changed to primer gray. He was missing his tailgate, but I made up for it by putting a got milk sticker on the back. I got a lot of strange looks pulling into the school parking lot each morning. I went to the "rich kid" school in the county. I was the only farm kid in my graduating class, and the ONLY girl who drove a truck. There were 4 other fancy, new trucks at school, all driven by boys. I never got grief for my truck (besides the looks), I got a reputation for being tough despite being small. I still have Willy, he’s blue now to match the Harvestore silos, but he sits around these days. I like to think I’m still tough in my SUV with two little girls in the back now. Thanks for the story!

Never seen a betetr post!

The place we live was likened to Mayberry in a newspaper a few years ago. It’s a very small town in northern Missouri and everyone calls each other by name. I love the fact I can call the hardware store, talk to the person that answers, by name, tell him ‘this is Cathy’ and he knows exactly who he’s talking to. We moved here from a much larger place where everyone kept to themselves. We don’t have a lot of modern conveniences, but we have enough and plenty of ‘heart’ to make up for what we think we lack. After all, you don’t need a big city to sit on the porch with a glass of iced tea and wave at your neighbor’s as they drive by. I love Mayberry and also have the first and second seasons of the show! I love the story of Romeo and Juliet Andy tells Opie over the breakfast table! "I’m righcheer!" lol…

I will take that home Main street any day….

When I was in second grade we lived in a place just like that. Bucoda WA. We picked wild black cap berries and got a littler closer to the old mine pits than allowed. Ran all over town by ourselves, and Mom could send us to the store with a note to buy cigarettes for her. Years later I had a crush on David Cassidy myself. Swoon!
Tina

Sorry but can’t seem to concentrate on the bathroom. Was watching Matlock when I decided to check my mail and almost lost it when I heard about Andy Griffith.Love that man for a very long time now. Born a farmgirl and,despite my mothers attempts to cityfy me, still dreaming up a farm in my back yard.Your post have made me believe that it’s still possible for some people to attain that goal. State of mind is so right! Often find myself singing "In my mind I’m going to Carolina" Life is good

I’ve been a fan of The Andy Griffith Show all my life. Well ever since it started anyway, since I’m a bit older than the show. I’ve also been a member of The Andy Griffith Show Rerun Watchers Club" since 1992. It’s absolutely the best show ever made and will never be beaten. If anyone needs to know how to raise their children in this modern world, just see how Andy did it and do the same. You can’t go wrong. I got to meet Don Knotts twice and both times he was wonderfully sweet and kind. The same with Betty Lynn. I never had the opportunity to meet Andy but he always reminded me of my Dad. God bless all those involved with the show who left us all with such wonderful memories.

My 1970 Travco motorhome had avocado green appliances (stove/oven, fridge, sink, counter, table top, plaid seat cushions on the dinette and couch), and as they said in the 70s, "Once you go avocado, you don’t go back." Embrace what you have and add hot pink to accessorize your bath. Orange would also work as would harvest gold (the color of the shag carpet in the RV). Have fun!

I just finished a book (on CD) that was so much fun it was hard to shut off. It was Allison Pearson’s new novel (new Feb. 2011), “I Think I Love You.” The story of a slightly mistreated, misunderstood wife with a lifelong obsession of DAVID CASSIDY. It’s so neat that I think you’d eat it up. You can laugh and sigh and cry and actually feel what she and her friends felt as they were growing up loving "him" from afar.

Simplify….. That is my mantra lately.. Sad to hear Andy Griffith passed away just today.. What a coincidence … I live in fast, crazy Long Beach, Los Angeles, CA. Desperately would love to go somewhere like Corvallis, Oregon….. Thank you for the brief escape…

I’m no decorator so can’t comment on your half bath but love what you wrote about Mayberry.

It is so funny that I read your blog this morning, because last night my husband and I were just talking about my touchstone (movie not a t.v. show for me) It’s a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart. You remember it, they show at Christmas and I know how you love Christmas, it’s the slightly cheesy Frank Capra film about George Bailey who sacrifices his dream of traveling to help save the family business the Building and Loan. He is ultimately shown that although he thinks he has led a dull little life he has meant a lot to the people of Bedford Falls. He finds he has supportive friends, colleagues, a rock solid relationship with his wife Mary, played by the lovely Donna Reed, who all come together to show their love for him by saving him and making him realize that he indeed has a wonderful life. My husband and I have been married for over 22 years now and we are still crazy about each other. Over the years we have made the choice to have a smaller life that makes us happy and thus have developed similar circles of fiercely loyal friends and colleagues that would come out and support our family if we ever needed it. I was reminding my husband that in my previous life (a terrible marriage before I met him) I had told the therapist who was supposed to be helping me through a divorce, that what I wanted was to mean that much to someone where if I were to suddenly disappear, life paths would change course. She told me that didn’t happen and that it was a fairy tale, and I needed to get real. Well I got the last laugh because I do live in the warm and loving but slightly shabby house with the amazing family. I have friends and extended family that I can count on and my George Bailey is also a dreamer, with a good heart who makes a difference in many peoples’ lives on a daily bases and I love him more than anything, I have a wonderful life!!

Hi
Thank you for this- I too have been looking for Mayberry my entire life – my father was from a small town in MS – that very much reminded me of Mayberry -and my dad both in look and action was very similiar to Andy Griffith.

I will have to follow your advice and make Mayberry a state of mind in my life – in my small corner of the world and hopefully it will slowly spread, would be nice to turn backt time to a simplier, friendlier life.

RIP – Andy you have made a HUGE impact on so many lives!!

I think you are going to be very happy to have that 1/2 bath right by the mud room for those days you have been working hard outside and come in very sweaty and dirty. Can kick your shoes off and jump right in the shower. I would love that. Hubs and I have to track all the way through the house one way or the other when we come in. Get a shaggy throw rug for your bath and make it really 70’s. If you cannot find a shower curtain to match go to the quilt shops an make a patchwork shower curtain out of the greens and oranges that are really popular right now in quilt fabrics. Cannot tell if your shower has a door but if it does just fit a rod over it. I did that in our guest bath. Fluff up what you have! Already left my comment about Andy on the other blog. Have a great 4th! Stay cool! Blessings from Michigan.

Thank you….you brought back memories for me…my mom had Alzheimer’s …..I would sit with her in the evenings before I had to put her to bed. It was difficult to find something to watch with her and one night I happened upon Mayberry…I finally found something that sparked an interest in her…..we watched it every night before bed….it was a difficult time in my life, but those times together watching Andy and the gang made it all worthwhile. So, thank you Rebekah. I think I will watch the Andy Griffith show again…it has been awhile.

Rebekah, I love the little bath. We just bought an old 77 camper and are restoring it, and I have the exact same floor only in yellow and I love it. I just gave everything a fresh coat of off white paint and then a few accessories with daisies and chickens. I would accentuate the green sink and floor. Now for the sad news about Andy. I felt like I had lost my dad again. I love watching Andy and have watched him all my life. I always felt a connection to that show as I was raised by my dad. I am pretty sure I have seen every episode. It was a simpler life, and I watch while eating my lunch each day. Even my dogs know that when the whistling starts we are fixing to have lunch. lol. I am glad you have found your mayberry and that you are learning to take time to sip tea on the front porch, listen to the birds sing, and breathe in that country air. Take care and Be Blessed. Neta

What a huge loss. I almost feel as sad over the loss of Andy Griffith as I did when we lost my grandfather- and that was SAD. My daughter is a huge Mayberry fan (guess who she got that from!) and at 13, I think that is pretty special. Thanks Andy! We are going to miss you in a big, big way.

I thought at the time how appropriate that you wrote about Mayberry right before Andy died. I loved that show and still do. Glad you are "teaching" your daughter to at least like it! I also loved what you said that your husband helped you to realize, to have a Mayberry frame of mind. I try to do that, I try to make my home to have a Mayberry feel to me, my safe and comfortable place. I now decorate my home with things I enjoy and if it looks weird to someone else well, it just doesn’t matter since I’m the one that lives there! On your half bathroom, I’d just keep it light in there, light colors to go with the avocado color! but just pick up that avocado color with little accents in pictures or a vase of flowers. Have fun with your farm house!

Rebekah, I live across the state line in Va and have been to Mt. Airy numerous times. The local TV station has continously aired Andy Griffith show since it began. Even though we are not big city, life sometimes get fast paced for us and we have to learn to s-l-o-w down and enjoy life.
At work, we were always saying something from the show and understood that beyond the laughs was some good ole wisdom too. Miss all those characters! They will never be duplicated! Yes, I think "Mayberry" is a state of mind and
we all would be better off visiting there every once in awhile. God bless!

what wonderful memories this post brings back.

All I can say is Amen!!!! I can sooo relate on so many levels!!! We are finally having a garage sale this weekend and I am making myself purge all the great garage sale I was hoping to use one day!! Wish you well in the process and think of all the happy people you will bless with your things!!!

I’m smiling cause I anticipate that kind of move in about 6 years and the thought of what we need to off-load is daunting! I feel for you. As to organizing gadgets, I’ve had luck with pretty pottery vases or Mason jars for those with handles – sit them next to the stove where you’ll need them. I keep folded tablecloths in an old trunk that serves as a table. If I had the closet space though, I’d drape them over sturdy hangers. Best of luck! Donna

Watch the Hoarders TV show; you’ll want to give away everything that you own! Seriously, my best way to keep a handle on this is to "sweep" the house on a monthly basis and take a box to a donation center. People there need nice things too. If I could only keep my husband away from garage sales…….

Oh, bless your heart:( I am feeling for you so much right now. How is it possible to accumulate so much? I ask myself that question all of the time. The last couple of years I have really made it a mission to bring very little in the front door. I have pledged if I am going to bring in one item, I have to get rid of two….this sort of works…lol I do throw away concert tickets, etc.. now, but why is it so hard? (okay, I didn’t throw away James Taylor’s, that would be insane) Enjoy your memories that are flooding your soul right now though as you go through your *stuff*. I believe they serve a purpose right now. Then buy more trash bags..lol. Feeling your pain, Raynita

I can relate but in the end it is only stuff. The older I get, the more I want to purge my life of the extraneous and boil it down to the essential. Easier said than done but oh so liberating!

Imagine you gain by losing and lose by gaining..
Your attachments to objects, status, your culture, and even other people prevent you from being free. The more stuff that accumulates, the more you have to watch it, insure it, protect it, polish it,distribute it and identify with it. In other words, you lose harmony while seeking to gain. Practice giving your possessions away and loosening your need for who and what you have. Imagine strings attached to everyone and everything that you feel you own; then symbolically cut those strings and be an observer rather than a owner.
Wayne Dyer wrote this and it inspires me and helps me live in the now…….

Kitchen gadgets. I had to do the same thing. I went through the drawers full of them all, and thought about cooking, and pulled out the things I really use. I kept them. They are now in several drawers. And I do use them. Though somehow I have two ice cream scoops. I don’t know why.

Tablecloths: I have the same problem. I stuff them into drawers, that’s what. We did get rid of a lot. Is there some way you could box things as "business" things? You probably will have farm dinners and will need tablecloths. SO can’t you box and label them that way as business supplies and you have BARNS!!! A barn. OUTBUILDINGS!!!
Gather your future business supplies and store them that way. The flower vases, same thing, except you can probably pick up what you need when the time comes at Goodwill, etc. Those vases are a bear to pack and store, and they are usually sort of ugly. You can get more of those.

Questions to ask when sorting through things: Do I love it? Do I need it? Does it bring me peace and energy or unease. Clutter is anything neglected, forgotten, unwanted, unloved and unused. I read this somewhere and now I just need to take my own advice and get moving!!

Oh my I can relate. I am considering a move from my home state of CA and my current home for the last 27 yrs(in a 975 ft condo with a 2 1/2 car garage with only one car and many boxes and a storage area) to TX, 4 states away and we intend to be in a more rural area with land (though not the HUGE place you are going to,in my condo-suburb experience). I too am a pack rat (although I LOVE the "memory keeper" concept and will adopt it happily) so you can imagine the sorting and letting go of that i need to be doing.
GF keep the combat boots, you will be on a farm and may need them for mucking about although they will not stay as shiny! LOL I love the brick and would paint the brown doors/shutters instead. Get the biggest tub you can so that it views the fireplace! Best of luck and am looking forward to hearing more!

You keep your table cloths in a linen press. And, please find other things to divest yourself of than your letters and mementos. Now that MY mom and grandma are gone, they are my most precious things. As a family historian, your great great grandchild will love you for it. At the present, I keep the letters in an old suitcase that belonged to my grandpa, on top of an old army footlocker that belonged to my dad,on top of an old trunk that belonged to my great gran. My sister in law interior designer would have a stroke, but, hey, she’s not the one living my life. And — don’t you have some outbuildings? You could put your husband’s stuff there! 🙂

You are not alone as so many before have stated. A year ago I got a mason jar that I use to hold my kitchen tools that I use on a regular basis. I put my canning tools in a basket with my canning jars fun collected tools were hung from an Amish peg board and after 6 months the drawer was emptied in the Goodwill bag and quickly sent on it’s way. Good luck and keep at it ’cause once a hoarder always a hoarder you just have to accept it and deal.

Remember the out-buildings? Need I say more 😉

Here is the specific post that I mentioned earlier. She posts just about everyday and so it’s moving down the page. http://ournewlifeinthecountry.blogspot.com/2012/06/sometimes-its-worth-getting-crunchy.html

I hope that you are able to live your dreams at your new farm without the past keeping your from enjoying your new life.

75 acres! Wow, oh wow! I love the story of the baptism taking place on your farm. And everything looks wonderful and inviting. I thought when we moved onto our 10 acres how large that seemed after living on the two double lots in the city for almost 30 years. We are surrounded by woods so there are pretty spots in the open areas but nothing like the shots you just shared with us. And your own Christmas tree farm to go out and cut down your own tree for Christmas, how much better can it get? Have only ran into one snake this year so far. Wishing you a snake less summer. I just posted a short video of my chickens scratching in a pile of leaves for your entertainment. I think The Teal Family Farm has a ring to it.

Every picture made me exclaim "Oh my God" Sacred ground is right.It has been sent by the Almighty and kissed by angels.And now for the root formation. Have you looked at this picture? I see a gnome sitting on a mushroom…….eyes wide open and staring at the wonder before him. He might even have a bit of a smile on his face as he ponders the future blessings that he sees for the farm.

Hmmm…Hoping that you see the humor here, I think City Slicker Farm would be fun. 🙂

I am envious and the Bible says we are not to covet. I plead guilty to that sin!!! Maybe Sacred Acres would be a good name. The place is not only sacred to you but has be a place to worship and celebrate God’s forgiveness. I wish I could even visit. I am happy for you that you can live your dream. Aurelie

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, the pictures say it all!
You are one blessed woman!
Sometimes there are many paths that we must follow before we find the road that leads home as you did.
Blessings, Diana in the Ozarks

It is so lovely and your passion and enthusiasm for your new adventure is infectious. You already named it while taking us on tour, the story is too powerful to ignore. It has to be "Sacred Sycamore Farms". With the old milk house adding to it’s history your logo could be some version of an angelic cow.

That is incredible! That is truly land from heaven. Your soul must soar with creativity there.

I am so very very happy for you and your beautiful family!!!! I am hanging on every word and picture. What a blessing! Enjoy.

Tree Hill Farm or Rock Water Farm.

Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!! My daughter suggests the name Country Farm. I’m sure you will find one that fits just right.

Oh the stream!!!! I heart the stream! I can just picture a hot, sunny (humid? – never been to Georgia, but I imagine it gets pretty hot and humid!) day lazing by the gurgling brook…maybe a little skinny dipp’n (or at least watching my kids skinny dippn’!!!). I love everything about your farm…from the orange carpet to the sycamore tree..and of course, the lovely outbuildings. What a heavenly place you have!

Ooh, wait — Rock View Farm is also great!

Awesome! You have found paradise! Love every inch of it! Praising GOD with you! Lots of great suggestions for naming your wonderful farm. I thought of "Sacred Acres" and really like "Gen Teal". Enjoy every moment! Heavenly blessings from Cathy in Idaho.

Oh dear, did I just write Sunnycreak? haha! I meant Sunnycreek; any how the name should be something that comes to you as you get to know your favorite parts of having this farm. There are so many facets to enjoy!

How about Sweetwater Farm? Everything about the property is so perfect, so sweet and we all know water is the core of life…so Sweetwater.

Maybe adopt the name from another famous farm girl. Rocky Ridge farm.That would be Laura Ingels Wilder. Good luck with the new place. Sometimes dreams do come true…..

oh i do see the possibilities! absolutely love it. and that milkhouse would be fantastic. ever think about getting some dairy goats? i love mine!

I’m reading this with a heavy heart and a smile on my face.Iwas raised on a farm and loved every single minute of it. We had 3 generations living there at one time,and, I was happy as a pig in……..well you know what I mean.While my brother and I were busy doing the "school thing" my mother "surprised" us by selling the family farm. My father had died leaving her "the city girl" to man the farm and it was too much for her.My brother made it back to farming and I live on the outskirts of town in a semi rural area…….I have one tiny chicken coop that needs as much repair as your barn. My husband,also a city dweller thinks we should plow it down and build something "nice" I can’t let it go and like you I want to fix it not replace it.Good luck with your project. Mine is teeny tiny next to yours but, my motto is "moving forward and never forgetting the past." So happy to see that someone is taking on the bigger projects….pumps me up to move forward on mine.Thank you for the tour.

Was that a picture of a (real) little boy in your favorite building? Or was it just a generic picture? I love your farm and am enjoying all of your postings.

As soon as I saw the outbuilding close to the house I had visions of a pretty little "garden shed" all decked out with flower boxes, maybe a little front porch, would be perfect. Good luck and have fun.

Wow, it’s huge! So many buildings! I’d be helpless, and not able at all to figure out what to do first. Maybe I’d just walk around with a grin on my face, and hold out my arms and spin, spin, spin!

I’m looking forward to seeing how you and your farm grow together. You’ll put your mark on each other, don’t doubt it. The love you have for it will make it glow!

Hahahaha! Why is it that women see all the beauty and wonder of old, run down buildings and see Possibilities! But men see WORK, and sometimes too much work. 35 years ago we went to see a farm house with 7.5 acreas. It was CHEAP. My husband said there has got to be a reason why it is so cheap. But we went and saw it anyway. Walked thru it and around the out buildings. Talked to the realitor a little more. Got in the car and left. As we were driving away. My husband said well, now we know why it was so cheap. I said with a dreamy smile, didn’t you just love it! Well, 35 years later I am still loving it!

What a wonderful LIFE!!! yupper even through all the old/run down/may have to be taken down – can always use it for something else – AHHHH what a wonderful LIFE!!!!

What a great farm you have! Two big barns and silos, and several other [lost count!] cool buildings for all sorts of farm critters. You will be a busy lady, but you will fall asleep as soon as you hit the pillow at night! Your daughter must be pretty excited too! What a great adventure. Let me know when you have the barn dance…I would love to come!

Oh girl this is so cool I love the old barns. I will be keeping a close eye on the progress of this project. We just inherited property in Lula GA and now we are thankful we haven’t started out house here yet! It is on the Grove River and the property is all up hill. No buildings but it won’t be long. I can’t wait to see how you work this land and buildings. Emma

Congratulations! You’re right; I see possibilities. Like your husband, I also see tons of work.

I do covet your silos, though!

Enjoy; enjoy; enjoy!

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Oh goodness Rebekah I just read this post. I must have missed it done where over the years. What awesome outbuildings you have. I love the character and the history of each one. Very special places.