Thank you for the lovely flowers! ❤️

THANKS for all the beautiful flower pictures!! We should never be too busy to stop and enjoy the flowers around us! They are a gift from heaven.

Thank you for the beautiful pictures, woodland flowers are so magical. I always enjoy reading your posts.

P.s. your comments about the weeds gave me a chuckle!

Thank you for the wonderful spring flowers! Spring is indeed something to celebrate, more this year than ever!

Thanks for the flower pictures! Sure could use some flowers and greenery here in Minnesota where it is snowing. Ugh. The crocus have been in bloom this week, so that is a little color to our brown world. We have trillium in the summer and they are one of my favorites too. Come on summer!

A perfect post for this time. Thank you.

Thank you for the beautiful post Rebekah. You are right the pollen here in the GA is so awful. The flowers are gorgeous and I love seeing the sweet shrub. My mom had it at our home when I was growing us…brought from her childhood home in Tiger. I loved that bush and wish I could find one. We need to enjoy the beauty of spring before summer arrives. Have a wonderful day.

Thank you for the beautiful spring pick-me-up ! I’m now on my way out back to visit my chickens and check out the new growth. It’s always amazing to see the new shoots of something planted years ago, ready to grow again. – life goes on !!

Thank you for a little spring! It is snowing in Wisconsin but my rhubarb is coming up so I have hope!

Your flowers are beautiful. Staying home and reading and doing things needing attention in the house. Have a happy Easter.
Marilyn

LOVELY! Thank you for sharing the joys of spring in your little spot on Earth. Here in suburban Salt Lake valley we have daffodils in profusion and the trees are starting to bud, I’m hoping the chilly nights don’t ruin our peach tree. It’s a resilient tree. After we moved here 8 years ago we nursed it along and though it gave *the best peaches* the rotten core and earwig infestation were too much. The branches broke off under the weight of the hold-with-two-hands, juicy fruit. We had to cut it down. Only the person cutting it left quite a bit of stump. We moved away for 3 years and my son & his wife (who were staying in our home) reported they got the best peaches last summer. This week we moved back in and I examined the peach tree, looking more like a bush with branches sprouting from all over that stub of a trunk. Deep pink blossoms are getting ready to pop. Fortunately it’s still small. Maybe I can cover it and protect it from the predicted frosty nights. After all, it has the hope, gumption, and strength to grow and bloom in very adverse conditions the least I can do is provide it a little shelter and help it weather one more winter storm.

I love your farm, your home, your mountains, and all the other claims that you can make here. Your daughter is correct is that the mountains, streams, and animals are everyone’s, but I feel as though you can claim a piece of them.

For some reason I have always pictured you outside of Asheville. I must have missed a post that said you were moving. When was that, and what state are you in now? I now live in Asheville! I love your blog, especially when you talk about your love of the land and your farm. Truly, you remind me that ‘farmgirl’ is a state of mind that I can access even in a town or city. Thanks for your lovely writing.

Rebekah, I remember that post as if it was yesterday! I was so happy when you found your farm. There were many great blog posts from “Aunt Pearls” and I am sure there will be many more from the “Dragonfly Farm”. Keep riding that roller coaster and I will ride along with you.

I agree 100% with your share! Enjoyed every bit of your story, and photos! From one chicken lover to another, thanks for sharing out passion with your followers ☺

Loved your story. You are so right about having everything ready before you order. I once, many years ago, had 300 chicks in a refrigerator box in my basement!!

Love this!
I live in Suburbia, and have 6 in my coop, two of them are old ladies. I let them out to roam once a day, even though their coop is spacious. One thing I tell everyone: CHICKENS POOP. Everywhere.

🙂 I love them though. Good idea to get a first aid basket too. I am nursing one with with a foot infection right now. They can get things, just like any other pet, and we don’t have lots of chicken Vets in suburbia :).

I have to find out someday, “where/what is the source of your never-ending well of love?” … It never seems to go dry! How do you do it? What a blessing for you, and for all of us!
I enjoyed hearing you make reference to your Dad. I wondered if the parents were alive and well since I had not seen any reference to them for a long time. Thanks for another heartwarming story of another facet of your life. I really enjoyed this.
Any time you want to tell us about your current surroundings and changes made in your everyday routine, it will be interesting to hear. Your voice sounds “longing” when you speak of the deep snow. Thanks for sharing.

Like you, I love my chickens ! The Cochin rooster we once had (he was our first) was also very sweet – I wish I could say the same for my present Ancona rooster, Andy, who was previously known as Annie and who we thought was the sweetest little ‘hen’ that would sit on a bench with me and let me feed ‘her’ …so cute.. that is, until ‘she’ started crowing and attacking me every time I entered the coop area. Well, this has been going on for a couple of years now and every once in a while I tell him his days are numbered, but the rest of the family would never forgive me…so, he still stalks me but I have learned not to turn my back on him – and he is so sweet with his girls and he is beautiful !!
P.S.: I do have a lovely ‘rooster trainer’ tho – a nice little branch !

Rebekah, I am so sorry for the loss of your beautiful black rooster. He was stunning! I loved the story of your first chickens and really look forward to hearing about the chickens in the camper moving trip! I hope all is well with you at the new (old) farm. I can send you some snow from Wisconsin if you would like.

Well that just made me cry. It was beautiful. Thanks.

I loved your story. I have had chickens a few times in my life. I have never ordered them online though, always bought from store or swap meet, (used chickens), some just starting to lay and others over a year old. Some days lots of eggs, other days just a few. Lost a few to disease but never to predators, buried in my flower garden. When I was a little girl I had a pet chicken. She had a crippled leg so I did everything for her, like digging holes to lay in the dirt. Other hens would always push her out after she tried so hard to make a hole for herself – they can be mean. A few years ago had some again, but now I don’t but I get fresh eggs from a friend who does have them. Nothing compares to fresh farm eggs. So glad you had a story about your chickens. :Loved the photos also.

I agree 100% with your share! Enjoyed every bit of your story, and photos! From one chicken lover to another, thanks for sharing out passion with your followers ☺

Loved your story. You are so right about having everything ready before you order. I once, many years ago, had 300 chicks in a refrigerator box in my basement!!

Love this!
I live in Suburbia, and have 6 in my coop, two of them are old ladies. I let them out to roam once a day, even though their coop is spacious. One thing I tell everyone: CHICKENS POOP. Everywhere.

🙂 I love them though. Good idea to get a first aid basket too. I am nursing one with with a foot infection right now. They can get things, just like any other pet, and we don’t have lots of chicken Vets in suburbia :).

I have to find out someday, “where/what is the source of your never-ending well of love?” … It never seems to go dry! How do you do it? What a blessing for you, and for all of us!
I enjoyed hearing you make reference to your Dad. I wondered if the parents were alive and well since I had not seen any reference to them for a long time. Thanks for another heartwarming story of another facet of your life. I really enjoyed this.
Any time you want to tell us about your current surroundings and changes made in your everyday routine, it will be interesting to hear. Your voice sounds “longing” when you speak of the deep snow. Thanks for sharing.

Like you, I love my chickens ! The Cochin rooster we once had (he was our first) was also very sweet – I wish I could say the same for my present Ancona rooster, Andy, who was previously known as Annie and who we thought was the sweetest little ‘hen’ that would sit on a bench with me and let me feed ‘her’ …so cute.. that is, until ‘she’ started crowing and attacking me every time I entered the coop area. Well, this has been going on for a couple of years now and every once in a while I tell him his days are numbered, but the rest of the family would never forgive me…so, he still stalks me but I have learned not to turn my back on him – and he is so sweet with his girls and he is beautiful !!
P.S.: I do have a lovely ‘rooster trainer’ tho – a nice little branch !

Rebekah, I am so sorry for the loss of your beautiful black rooster. He was stunning! I loved the story of your first chickens and really look forward to hearing about the chickens in the camper moving trip! I hope all is well with you at the new (old) farm. I can send you some snow from Wisconsin if you would like.

Well that just made me cry. It was beautiful. Thanks.

I loved your story. I have had chickens a few times in my life. I have never ordered them online though, always bought from store or swap meet, (used chickens), some just starting to lay and others over a year old. Some days lots of eggs, other days just a few. Lost a few to disease but never to predators, buried in my flower garden. When I was a little girl I had a pet chicken. She had a crippled leg so I did everything for her, like digging holes to lay in the dirt. Other hens would always push her out after she tried so hard to make a hole for herself – they can be mean. A few years ago had some again, but now I don’t but I get fresh eggs from a friend who does have them. Nothing compares to fresh farm eggs. So glad you had a story about your chickens. :Loved the photos also.

“We are Gods’ hands”. Wow. That sank in deeply! Thank you for this !! I have been feeling very overextended this year and have not enjoyed time with friends and family as I should. Thank you for giving me perspective and PEACE. xoxo

Merry peaceful Christmas!

Beautifully written words from the heart. I wish we were farm neighbors…I could use your encouraging words daily. (note to self…read old City Farmgirl posts for inspiration!) Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us and blessings to your family for the New Year.

That was simply wonderful

Peace, hope and joy to you. I am printing off this post so I can peek at it when I am feeling overwhelmed. I, too, am working hard to simplify the season and my life in general. Surround yourself with what matters and it sounds like you are doing an awesome job! Many Blessings!

Rebekah, you have changed my heart and mind. I was upset with my Christmas because I didn’t get to get all my decorations out of the garage and put up in the house; nor did I get as many lights strung around outdoors as I was wanting and I felt sad and depressed but after reading your blog post, I realize that what I did have was enough and it was simpler and less hectic, less of a lot that usually wears me out. I was able to enjoy my friends and family more. My older son bought me a live plantable Christmas tree about 4 foot high which I did decorate and he loaned me an inflatable dog which is so cute. My sister-in-law put my lights up around the roof of my home and so I did have some decorations outdoors and inside also. I love the peacefulness your blog gave to me and though it is now close to New Years Eve my Christmas was happy and I look forward to a peaceful New Year. Thank you for a wonderful post – and for all your animal friends who wish us a Merry Christmas. Happy New Year to all them and to you and your family from all my family and my friends and animals; Tippy, Dotty, Saugwa, Sissy, Allie, Tyker, Fluffy and Shadow, and me.

Oh!! Absolutely loved this post and really needed it! Could respond with so many comments but will just say “Beautiful
and so full of Peace.” My motto for next year will be your realization that we can thoughtfully and carefully create Christmas. I really appreciate your taking the time to blog
such an insightful piece. Thank you.

It was great to hear from you I am happy that you had a simple Merry Christmas

It would be so fabulous to sit and talk with you face to face. You sound both calm and restless at the same time. Thanksgiving is right around the corner and we will celebrate our 53 years together as we express our thankfulness for all the blessings we have.
My wish for you is that 2020 will be a year of new surprises and interesting challenges to feed that vivid inquisitive mind of yours.
I really enjoyed your article and all the great pictures! Thanks for keeping in touch.

Thank you, ART. Love your words of inspiration. It’s great the way your photography and writing mesh together. I’m sending this commentary to a friend who lost her husband recently. I know it will be instructive and, hopefully, very healing.
Take care of yourself. Love, Ruthie

Ahhh Rebekah, such a deep, insightful and wonderful personal story! It is exactly what I too experience when I take my hikes! I especially love my alone times with just me and Kodabear. Its spiritually refreshing! Thank you for sharing.

Absolutely adore your posts. Read the “10 years ago” first and was hooked. Just started reading these blogs a year ago and had not checked yours out yet, but you have a new follower. You write the exact sentiments that I feel. It only takes one person to make change wherever you live and even a single act can help! Lived in a city for 40
years and then moved to RURAL Kansas but I was always a farmgirl. Even when I was
growing up in New England, I had the same feelings about the woods that you expressed
so artfully. Thanks for taking the time to prepare and write such a wonderfully express-
sive blog for us. Pamela

Simply beautiful. Both your woods and your words. I have many spots. I also love the woods. I explored them when I was a child and I still do as an adult. It seems deserted until I quiet myself and listen. Then there is so much to hear. Lesson #1. I love my garden. I work hard and put faith into tiny things and what might become of them. I have to be content with the end result be it good or not so good. Lesson #2. I love my cows. They remind me that not everything goes at my speed. I have to slow down and consider others. Lesson #3. I do not love doing dishes! But it’s a reminder that we are fortunate to have food to eat. Lesson #4 even though it makes me miserable. Sending you many blessings!

I can so identify with your analogies today! Several months ago, after attending a church for many years, a person there spread a rumor about my husband. We brought it to the attention of our then pastor but it wasn’t dealt with in a speedy manner, and the tentacles of gossip spread. After a couple of months with no accountability from the gossiper, we ultimately chose to leave. Forgiveness to those who wronged us is important, and it is the avenue we took before leaving. We are now in a new and vibrant church and are taking baby steps to begin again and become involved. Not so easy when you’re in your 70’s! Without that unfortunate event, we would still be struggling in the dark place we were in, and would not have purposely chose to step into the light! Change and growth is hard–but so worth it in the end. Blessings to you and to your journey!

It’s so good to see you have a woods at your new farm! It is also great to see Strudel is all in one piece and enjoying the walks in the woods.

My place is also in the woods. I love to walk in the woods and watch the seasons change. I have a special tree that I visit. His name is Eugene. He is a gigantic evergreen with a trunk so big, I can’t get my arms around him. I take his picture often in different seasons and times of day. I usually hike in the woods with my dog Molly and sometimes my Hubby but the walks that I love the most, I am alone. Alone with the flora and fauna, the moss and rocks, the lakes and streams. Alone to breathe the forest air and listen to the quiet. It makes me feel alive and humbled.

It is getting cold here in Wisconsin. We have had some snow already. I can send you some, I know you will miss it. Glad to see you are settling in. Can’t wait to see where your path leads you.

Oh, ART – I was afraid something was wrong when your July post was not there. I’m SO GLAD that you are back and writing so many thoughtful and TRUE things we all need to hear. You know that all my prayers and good thoughts are directed to you and for your speedy recovery. Thank God for trucks !!! You have always had great trucks and I’m grateful for that and your ability to bounce back from all life’s troubles. Hang in there.

Love, Ruthie

I am so sorry about your accident, sending prayers for quick healing in both body and mind. When I was a child my parents car was hit on my side and to this day I never pull out in traffic (even with a green light) before I check to see if anyone is coming. It never leaves you, that feeling that someone is going to hit you. It is one of the side effects of being in an accident, you never fully trust that people will obey the law such as stopping at a stop sign or red light. In Colorado running red lights and stop signs is an everyday occurrence so I wait.

I was T-boned on the drivers side by a train, yes a train in a small town in PA. No signs, bells, whistles, bars. Just driving to work on a regular morning. By the grace of God, a seat belt and an air bag I was not seriously hurt other than a back injury.
You just don’t ever know what life has in store for you!
I am sorry about your accident and will say a prayer for healing!
I am also so very sorry for the loss of cupcake as that is one sweet truck! I drive a pickup and love it!

God Bless you Rebekah
I am so sorry to hear of this, I hope you are ok and healing. I look forward to your posts and admire your compassion for life and understanding of what’s truly important.
I find encouragement in you and a hope to one day follow more of my dreams and passion with your vindication.
I am praying for you right now and will continue to.
I have never been in a car accident, but many close people in my life have. (one was a terrible boating accident).
It really seems to play on your mind, thoughts, and emotions.
I pray that you heal both physically and also emotionally.
Please keep your faith and continue to push forward and be grateful for all things, good and bad.
All my best for you,
Denise

Just what I needed to read at this very moment! Thank you! So very sorry about the accident, many prayers from me to you! I’m in the middle of a situation involving my daughters gymnastics team and a coach leaving last week, so the flexible part of the title made me chuckle! My daughter and I are able to handle this issue pretty well (unlike the others) by putting many things in perspective. And our family uses all of the ways you use. Just this morning after getting super annoyed with parents calling me for my opinions on what we’re doing over the gym matter I turned off my phone and went to my garden and pulled weeds (very angrily). After that with a clear head I was able to be a better help to them. And my garden looks better which makes me happy. Win-win!

Best to you for your recovery. Was in an accident once, rearender. I never drive close to the vehicle in front of me. That’s a part of my past worth keeping I think.

Sending love , good thoughts and prayers your way! I can really relate to what you have shared here.
Rodella

Oh, my dear, sweet, lady, I hope you are ok. Sorry that your truck isn’t but she served you well and with love, it would seem. I so, so agree with your assessment. Just getting up and moving through the everyday things of life is what keeps us alive in every aspect. Being grateful for it all, and paying it forward!

Sorry about your accident. Hope you are feeling better soon. Prayers for you and your passenger for healing and strength. By the way, I do not drink coffee either. I am strictly a tea lady.
Marilyn

Sorry to hear of your trials–it is a mystery! But one day we will know … the clues are totally exposed for us to see. No more pain, tears, trials. Prayers for you and yours.

My heart was touched tonight by your beautiful writing and your wise spirit. Thank you.

R.I.P. Cupcake. Is there no way to fix her? We are truck people. Love our Chevy’s. I actually have a van but she is used a lot like a truck when she is loaded down. My son has a pickup, which he loves. As for Mr. Hayes, I love him. We have one called Shadow and he also is under foot, in front of foot, right beside foot until he gets what he wants, usually a bowl of milk and some rubbings. He is our outside cat, lives in the garage and he came to us to live, one day a few years ago. I have 5 other cats in the house, 3 girls and 2 boys. One boy, Tyker, is always around my feet rubbing against me or in front of me or walking wherever I walk. My other little man is a foot cat too, but loves to rub himself against your feet, or bite your toes. I am a cat person and my son is a dog and cat person, in fact every cat we have in the house he has brought home to live with us, and the same for the dogs. Now for your recovery, you probably are feeling a lot better by the time you read this one, but I’ll say prayers for you anyway because I know about accidents; I have had two, one of my own making on a snow covered icy road and a too sharp turn on the wheel which sent me over a bank and into a tree. I was so bruised and hurt the next day because I had actually been thrown around inside the vehicle. The other one was a rear-ender by a lady who’s car had no brakes which hit us at a stoplight and we ended up hitting the vehicle in front of us so we kinda got slammed back to front and back again inside the vehicle. No broken bones in either one but badly bruised and sore for days. In both, there were no complaints about life. We were happy to be alive and able to walk away. I took it as a crossed off bucket list item. How to survive something you didn’t expect to happen. I still have a few more bucket list items to do, more pleasurable than these, like a train trip though mountainous areas with lakes, wild animals, deep forests and big blue skies; or winning the grand prize in a lottery and spending all the money on other people; or learning to paint like the masters or writing a novel that would inspire others to live a better life. Grand ideas and dreams. I love the way you look at life also. I have no regrets or complaints about my life but I have complained a lot about little things that people do or say or because of my own failure something that happens that was avoidable. Not for long. I realize life is so short for us humans and we should always be grateful for the time we have here and we should live it as best as we can with what we have and do for others as often as we can. My motto will be “Look on and for the bright side of every situation.” I am sure there is one.

My word Rebekah you’ve had a quite a time of late, I’m so so thankful you and your passenger survived such a huge accident. I really love reading your posts, always got a lesson in them with a happy uplifting vibe to them too. Btw I’m a tea drinker and am happy to have a chat over a virtual one anytime about all the yummy ones out there. I love chai but start the day with an English or Irish breakfast tea, with some lovely quiet time watching the sunlight awaken our yard with beautiful morning colours. Once I’ve had some quiet and ponder time then I begin my day prep. I always bookend my day with quiet.
I was in a rear ended accident back in ’99, permanent whiplash injury to my neck, but I determined to do as much as I can for as long as I can, yes I’ve had to make some adjustments but as you so rightly point out, we have to in life or life becomes a very hard place to be. I’m usually a very adaptable person so long as I get to keep some of my essential routines in place, if I don’t then I can become unstuck very fast.
But I keep on keeping on, keep dusting myself off and keep looking for the joy moments each day in the day. I keep a bit of a gratitude/blessings journal especially when my mood is heading down and it picks me up focusing on all the good things that I’m blessed with, and when i lost them, there are many and that shifts my mood quickly. Happy days and I hope that whatever you’ve suffered from this accident that it doesn’t steel the beautiful person you. Sending big hugs and big love to you

Oh Rebekah! I’m so sorry to hear you were in an accident. But, I’m so very glad you are here to write and tell us about it and your path to recovery. Life is full of twists and turns and things that force to be ” bendy” even when we don’t particularity want too. A serious auto accident is life altering, but as you say the only way forward is through the crapola. If anyone can do it, it’s you. You’re encouraging others while you’re trying to get well yourself!
Classic Rebekah!
Sending healing wishes and light to you my dear farmgirl sister.
xox Deb

Thank you for wisdom.
I find myself at times, Malden over what life handed me. I feel lonely, abandoned, and thrown away. However, living in the above offers me no peace nor adventure. Of those two, adventure is the best
Each morning my two small dogs rush outside into the backyard. They run from corner to corner and up the hill. Have they seen it all before? Yes. But do they let that stop them? No. They live with the hope that there will be change. Something new and exciting.
I decided to follow their lead putting my preconceived ideas out of my mind. There is a whole plethora of new things to focus on. Where there are spent blooms on rose bushes, new buds are forming and will soon produce a riot of fresh color. On the ground ants hurry gathering microscopic things. Even the beetle lumbering along is busy.
Why do we humans perceive the world as devoid of activities as we fall into a funk? We have lost the God given road to happiness.
That happiness is all around us, everywhere. We just need to look with new eyes each days. If we are always looking back at yesterday, we miss the blessings of today and tomorrow. Yesterday is over never to return. Today is all we have. Do not allow yesterday to color today. Do not allow today to ruin tomorrow. For today find twenty new things you have neglected to notice. Tomorrow is guaranteed to no one. But today is all ours to enjoy. Seek the beauty of today. Forget yesterday and dreams of tomorrow. Live right now. Find peace right now. See the beauty God created just for today. You’ll enjoy a full and contented life by living for right now, this moment, before it becomes a memory. Susie Heller

Thank you Rebekah!
Boy howdy! I REALLY NEEDED to read this today! Your post was a breath of fresh air and has inspired me to begin to break out of a tough place where I’ve let myself stay for too long! I can now see clearly that I need a bit of Farmgirl therapy to cheer me up.
Hugs, Bonnie
P.S.I’m a former country farm girl who raised all sorts of livestock; milked our cow and goats; gardened and harvested, etc. Now, I have a vegetable garden, a couple dozen chickens a few apple trees and precious cats and dogs….and I’m more of a Farm Grandma than a girl

Although I had to give up true rural life for apartment living in a medium sized village, my heart is still in the country even though: 1. I was born and raised in New York City but always dreamed of living in the country; 2. I am a vegan which means I’ll take care of animals but not live off them; 3. I love solitude but need to be near things like museums and galleries. That said, I will always be a country girl at heart!

Fabulous post! Loved both of them. I am a City Farmgirl as well. I spent a lot of time on “the farm” when I was growing up visiting relatives in the NE GA mtns, and even though I am in the burbs of the ATL, my heart is in the country. Simplicity. Love it.❤️

Some might say that I am also not a real farm girl because I live on a Fruit Farm. Since 1845 the generations of my family have lived on a farm nestled in the Appalachian Mnts in central PA. We grow Cherries, Peaches, Nectarine, Pears and Apples. Up until a few years ago, we also raised several thousand chickens on the farm and every now and then a few pigs for the family. At the present time we’re raising a few turkeys, chickens and ducks.
The 3rd, 4th and 5th generations of my family currently work on the farm with the 6th generation running barefoot & free through the spring fruit blossoms as only little ones can do.
Wether you think fruit farming makes me a farm girl or not will not hurt my feelings one way or another. My family know that the struggle of farming is real but that it also forges a family bond like no other job.

Tina E Shirk
Graybill’s Fruit Farm
Richfield PA

Yay, I never leave comments but liked this and had to comment; I have lived all my life in rural and isolated areas. My grandparents had lived through the Depression and regardless of whether they had managed to keep the ranch or had moved to town they were gardeners, keepers of milk cows and chickens and passed on frugal habits and attitudes.
Now that I’m retired, I still live near a rural community where I garden, preserve and try to be a caretaker of family and community values as well as promoting native vegetation on our small property. I believe that whether my neighbors are from “somewhere else” or natives to this rural ranching area many are Farmgirls in that they embrace that sense of growing food, helping their neighbors and supporting their community. It is a choice to engage with nature and community that makes a Farmgirl.

Beautifully said! My husband and I both grew up on dairy farms in central PA. Then when we got married, we rented a 13 acre farmette. Now we work on his late grandparent’s farm with some other family members. Although we live in a ranch house 1/2 mile off the farm. We considered ourselves a farm family. That was until it was pointed out that we don’t own the farm, we just work there. Oh, okay. And, by the way, our daughters are not in 4-H. It was their choice, sorry to disappoint the farming community. Even though we work the ground, milk cows, garden, and everything else that “real” farmers do, by our areas standards we’re not farmers. But, thanks to the MaryJanesFarm community we can smile and have full hearts and continue farming if you decide to call it that or not!!!

Hello! I live in the suburbs. I have always wanted to live in the country, it’s been a part of me for a very long time. But with life situations and lack of funds, it has not been a fulfilled dream. So I try to grow my garden. I fell in love with canning different things, I dehydrate, and decorate my home country style. I have a fetish for oil lamps. They are all over the house. I will always have light when the power goes off, and in the evening they make me feel like I’ve gone to the country. I have a difficult time understanding why people would even bother to extend the effort to be critical of you, Rebekah. I guess too much time on their empty hands. Thank you for your candidness, I appreciate it.

I’m in, can’t wait to join you all avd see your walks. Bring on May and all it’s gifts

I’m in, can’t wait to join you all avd see your walks. Bring on May and all it’s gifts