May We Be Them

“Here’s to strong women.  May we know them.  May we be them.  May we raise them.” ~Anonymous

“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.” ~Virginia Woolf

Fall!  A time for root vegetables, sweaters, back-to-school and chopping wood.  For me, it’s also a time for action!  I find that as I struggle with balancing the end of summer fervor with the panic of preparing for the impending winter that my thoughts go into overdrive.  My mind is keen to overthink and analyze, and lately I’ve been noticing debates about feminism all over the place.  These thoughts have been swimming around in my head for a few weeks now, but they don’t seem to be getting any more organized.  So, try to stick with me and share your thoughts, too!

Late season abundance!

Late season abundance!

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  1. Barbara Purvine says:

    Well-written – I may have to rethink MY definition of the words ‘feminism’ and ‘feminist’. Thank you!

  2. spence says:

    loved hearing your voice and that the process of becoming who you want continues.. have witnessed the farm life burn out over and over..life has a way of shifting priorities, be true to your dreams and be prepared for the doubts as your children grow and question what is really in their best interests. A hearty thumbs up to you from my once-upon- a-time farm.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      “Life has a way of shifting priorities”–I love that, and it is so true. I’ve thought about trying to tally up the longterm plans I’ve made into an “accomplished” and “abandoned” pile, but it might be a bit too revealing about what really happens to those five year plans. I enjoy the waves and the challenge of making things work. Farming is hard on everything, we’ll see how long it lasts! Thanks!

  3. Absolutely loved this post, post-feminist, post-patriarchy in-deed. When I first started my ag business, I applied for a loan. The banker went over my paperwork, called me in and said, “If you can find a man to co-sign the loan, we’ll give it to you.” I muttered something about sexism and told them never mind, I’d figure something else out. Figure something else out I did! Here’s what I’ve observed about women in ag. As it turns out, we’re better risk takers (we’ve definitely invented some awesome out-of-the-box HEALTHY businesses that have “woman-invented” stamped all over them) because, BECAUSE we’re disenfranchised. What did I have to lose? Not much. I wasn’t set to inherit land, money, or machinery, so rocking the boat and trying something different made the decision to jump less difficult.

    A local TV station wanted to film me on my porch reading a book to two young children. To our surprise and delight there was an impromptu exchange between them that said how far we’ve come in a very short time. The boy said, “I want to be a farmer when I grow up.” The little girl got a puzzled look on her face and said, “You have to be a girl to be a farmer.”

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Ha, this is great! Thank you so much for sharing your experiences with us. Where would we be without you, MaryJane? You rock!

  4. Nancy Wallace says:

    Right on, farmgirl sister! I applaud you for your straightforward, facts-based approach to this (unfortunately) controversial issue. I’m afraid you may get some negative feedback to your post, however. I’m a 65-year-old farmgirl who is dismayed that we’re still having to fight this battle.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      I know, I’m ready for it! It is a sad state of affairs, especially with how easy it is to get correct information these days…but it’s just as easy to get misinformation, as well. Best to you and yours!

  5. Joan says:

    You rock-on super family!!!! no matter what #’s might be added. God bless.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks! Those silly hashtags! When I first read that, I was like, “Yeah, I’m a few pounds overweight, but what does that have to do with it?” Haha, early morning….

  6. Cindy says:

    Great harvest and darling baby!

  7. Diann says:

    You know I have been in law enforcement for 35 years….two more years and I can work one job, the ranch, instead of two. When I went into this profession, I truly was a piriah. Not only because I was small in statue but I was a female. It didn’t matter that I was a third degree black belt and had been competing nationally for years or that I had handled guns since I was seven. It didn’t matter that I communicated really well, talking my way out of difficult situations rather than using brute strenghth…I was a “girl”. I went into this profession for equal pay. And I don’t regret any of it.Yesssss, there were moments when I really wanted to smack some folks but I didn’t, instead I just did my job. And in all these years, it has been my goal to tell young women coming into this profession to just keep on keeping on. Because yes, there is still that stigma of women in law enforcement. But it is a little better and I believe in the women of law enforcement. Feminism to me is strength and steadfastness and the power to keep moving forward one step at a time. So! There’s my rather lengthy two cents! lol

  8. Marji says:

    For 61 years I have been hashing and rehashing this conversation you have so succinctly and eloquently related in this post. My only conclusion is that as human beings we have a long way to go but we certainly have the capacity to get there. I loved this post. Being a northern neighbor in the Interior I am impressed you found time to get ready for winter, take care of an adorable baby and think this convoluted subject through and write about. Just goes to show how feminism is alive and working. Looking forward to the next post. Stay warm winter is upon us. –Marji

  9. Deb Bosworth says:

    I was born in 1961 and grew up in the heat of the feminist movement. As a teen in the 70’s during ( the unisex decade). I think the ever popular jingle, I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, ever let you forget your a man played summed up the social consciousness of the times. I knew women personally who did burn their bras and protest for equal opportunity and equal pay! I was taught, don’t marry young, choose a viable profession so you can be financially responsible for yourself. The idea of marrying and being domestic was seen as a weakness during those times to the point if a woman chose family over a profession first she was looked down upon by career minded women. There was a war between women who worked and women who chose homemaking as a career. I watched my own mother struggle with these issues as she raised three children. She tried to do it all and like so many women of that time realized that at times it was impossible. Equality for all humans is a worthwhile fight. If that’s feminism then count me in. But don’t judge me if I choose to put my marriage and family above a career. Strength and confidence can be gained in both roles. In my 52 years, I’ve been on both sides of that argument. The first chapter of my life was devoted to a career and business that I loved. The second half to my husband, our children, and our home. Both are rewarding paths. Thank God we live in a country where we ( men and women) truly are FREE to make these choices. And thank God for the feminists who stood up for equality in the first place. Great post, Alex! You go girl! Love, Deb ( beach farmgirl )

    PS. Your sweet Ava will know your confidence and strength too and you will teach her to find hers, by following what’s in your heart naturally. Listen more and think less! Enjoy that sweet little family of yours!

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Right on, Deb! I think that modern feminism is about–just like you said–being able to make the decision about what we, as women, do with our time and lives. If that is being a stay at home mother or being dedicated to a career or climbing all of the tallest mountains in the world, we should be able to do any of them without any cultural or societal backlash. Yay, strong women!

      • Deb Bosworth says:

        Right on! I Boy, did we use that phrase ” back in the day” … 🙂 Yay, strong women!
        And, yay MaryJane for showing the world that women are not only good farmers, they can raise the bacon, and bring it home too! And they’ll turn you on your head with a little farmgirl romance to boot!

  10. Jodie says:

    I love every bit of this post!!! From the words written, to seeing Miss Ava’s beautiful face, to seeing pictures with “what feminism looks like”, to the yaks thrown in for good measure. Well done! I’m passing this on and on and on….

  11. Kristy says:

    I am retired now, but my field was construction. Even with practice I couldn’t pound a nail as fast as a male carpenter, but I was just as good with power tools. I was a member of NAWIC, the National Association of Women in Construction. My friends and I did experience some negativity, but it was largely from people from outside the industry. I think people who are really knowledgeable about their field, realize that their way isn’t the only way. People who are not familiar fall back on the stereotypes.
    My great grandmother was widowed with two sons and a couple of Apple orchards. That was all she had. A hired man would have cost more than hiring a girl to keep house, so she hired a girl, tied up her skirts, and climbed her own trees.

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How to Live in a Yurt

It has been one year since Evan and I (with A LOT of help from our friends) erected our yurt.  Although it seems like just yesterday I was waking up in a very cold tent with a giant hole in the ceiling to make a sad breakfast on a camp stove from food that had been stored in a cooler.  We’ve, thankfully, come a long way since then.

So, how are we dealing with the yurt life?  How have we done it?  Of course there are good days and bad, just like there would be in any home, but I’ve come up with a fairly foolproof way to live in a yurt if you really want to… Continue reading

  1. Hello Alex! The closest I’ve come to living in a Yurt, was living in a travel trailer (a small one) for 2 years while we built our home. I really enjoyed it for the first year and then I started getting kind of frustrated! 🙂 BUT, what I learned is that we don’t need all that clutter and “stuff” that we tend to just fill our spaces with. In our new home (it’s small in new home standards, just 1300 square feet) and I’ve been so reluctant to fill it up just to fill it up. After living in the travel trailer I realize we don’t need half that stuff we accumulate! Love your yurt and I think it is going to create the BEST memories for your little family. – Dori – (AKA: the new Ranch Farmgirl!)

  2. Karen Pennebaker says:

    We lived in a camper with our 2 granddaughters for a year while we built our house. 4 years ago, our house burned down and we are now living in a trailer that isn’t much bigger than that camper with our youngest grandson. I had hoped we would get a house built before winter but the way the weather is this summer, winter may already be here!

  3. Deb Bosworth says:

    Howdy Alex,
    You have accomplished a lot with your dear hubby and generous friends. Without your sense of adventure and positive attitudes we would be reading a much different post from you today! While we’ve never lived in a yurt, I liken our 391 square foot -off-grid cottage to similar constraints and freedoms! I love BE SHAMELESS… What else can you do when you have three or four people staying in such a small space. There were many summers when our children were small that we gave over the sleeping porch in our cottage to them guinea pigs and all! What a sight…stuffed animals, blankets, lego’s, barbies, art supplies, glow sticks, candy, wet bathing suits and towels, flip flops and, and, and…While we do have solar power, and a flush toilet. It wasn’t always that way. We used to have gas lights, and had to fill a bucket with water to pour down the toilet in the bathroom… Now we have a solar powered pump that pumps gray water from a tank into our toilet so we can flush like the rich folk! Your blog is such an inspiration… Love your posts! Farmgirl hugs, Deg ( the Beach Farmgirl Blogger)

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      How cool, Deb! I’d love to take a tour of your systems (and maybe some other Farmgirls would too :)) Thanks for the love!

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The Farm

“We’re going to the farm.”

“I think it’s back at the farm!”

“When we were at the farm…”

The Farm. When in certain places and in certain company, “The Farm” means the same thing to everyone who is in the know.  I work on one farm, but when I’m referring to “The Farm” around these parts, everyone knows it’s in reference to Spring Creek Farm.  Even though these two farms are only about a mile away from each other, one is “The Farm” and one is “Sun Circle.”  When in North Dakota, where there are hundreds of farms, “The Farm” is Evan’s parents’ farm.  When in Minnesota, where there are also hundreds of farms,”The Farm” is my mom’s place in central Minnesota.

The old horse and cow barn.

The old horse and cow barn at the Minnesota The Farm

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  1. Diana Henretty says:

    We live on the edge of a little town, Noel Mo. But our favorite thing to do is go on country drives and look at the farms. We will take the back roads rather than the freeways or turnpikes going to Oklahoma. Some along the way have gardens that are larger than the farmhouses, as their front yards, what a welcomed greeting.
    But right now we are home for a few weeks, feeding and caring for orphaned kittens left by an old, stray mama cat that usually has them under our shed every year, but this year had them where I could get to them, since she cannot care for them.
    We keep telling each other we must take down the old sign on the back door “Strays Welcome Here”….:O) The feedings every 2 hours are not easy for me, but the love
    and lessons from these little critters are worth it all!
    Happy Summer’s Ending! Diana

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Your drives sound beautiful, Diana. Thanks for sharing! Caring for kittens isn’t easy–my mom, brothers and I used to care for litters when I was younger. They grow so quickly, though, and those kittens will be great cats with all of the human interaction they are getting. Happy Summer’s Ending to you, too!

  2. Charlotte says:

    Looks like your Mom has a ‘hit and miss” engine. It may have been used to run a milking system or any of a dozen things on the farm.
    Our farm was divided and sold to several neighbors when my father died. My husband and I were able to farm some of it for awhile but eventually ended up with only 20 acres that we beef, truck and chicken farmed for a while. We stopped when my husband got sick and we gave 5 acres each to our 3 children and kept 5 for ourselves.
    Our one daughter and son-in-law are interested in goat farming to keep the weeds down and for fiber. Maybe we will be able to get some chickens back, I really miss them.
    Now we have bears, coyotes, fox, deer, bobcats, and the typical rabbits, squirrels, etc. roaming the woods and fields that I used to play in. Very different from when I was a child and never saw anything wilder than a groundhog.
    Our old barn and the houses and outbuildings are still there but they are homes for others and no Holsteins roam the pastures anymore.
    Enjoy your years on your farms, our children say they were the best times for them and I know they were for me.
    Charlotte

  3. Gail Pederson says:

    Dennis (on the ND Farm) says your mystery item is a vacuum pump to allow the use of a milking machine…figuring there’s a stanchion there. Did it turn? He says they are quite rehab-able.

  4. My “Farm” is my 2/3 acre in a small fishing village on the Eastern shore of
    Virginia. I love this place and when I married after my husband died and my sons were grown I moved to a town 8 miles away, It makes me sad to see my little piece of heaven just sit, I go every chance I get to see how things are. I have someone to mow and keep things straight around the outside but trying to rent it became terrible. No one keeps it like you would and I haven’t rented it now for 2 years. You know what they say about a house that doesn’t have living breathing souls in it. It dies too.

  5. I’ve lived in a yurt for over. 7 years and loved every moment and we are only a few weeks away from moving into the house we built!
    Keep farming !
    Love
    Terces

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks, Terces! Sorry the yurt post wasn’t up when you checked. I was having some technical difficulties on my end! It is up now. Living in a yurt is a treat. Congrats on your new home!

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Spark of Madness

Oh, Robin…I miss you!  Isn’t it curious how we come to “know” and miss these famous people that never know of our existence?  The passing of Robin Williams has been weighing over my creative mind (and many others’ minds, as well), so I’ve been mulling over how to come up with a tribute to him while also keeping to my intended writing.  While he was never a huge part of my life by any means, I grew up watching and loving his movies.  I grew up in the heyday of Williams’ films: Mrs. Doubtfire, Jumanji, Patch Adams, Hook, Aladdin, Jack…I’m in my childhood home, now, and feeling nostalgic for those carefree days of childhood. As a teenager and young adult, I came to appreciate his films for older audiences: The Dead Poets’ Society, The Birdcage, Death to Smoochie, Good Morning Vietnam, and Good Will Hunting. Then there is his infamously hilarious and raunchy stand up.  

Future comedian?! Probably.

Future comedian?! Probably.

With this large and long catalogue of work, he left behind many wonderful quotes–quotes that are not only funny, but insightful, as well. 

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  1. Emma says:

    You always manage just the right balance of funny and thoughtful. Lovely! Can’t wait to see you in AK.

  2. Linda says:

    Thank you for wise, thoughtful words, I loved Robin.

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Kids Eat the Darndest Things

“Ask not what you can do for your country.  Ask what’s for lunch” ~Orson Wells

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” ~ Virginia Woolf

“We have to bring children into a new relationship to food that connects them to culture and agriculture.” ~Alice Waters

I have been on the road a lot in the last couple of weeks, first riding from Bozeman, MT to Valley City, ND and then from Valley City to Minnetonka, MN.  On these long road trips, we partook in meals that my partner’s dad comically refers to as “gut bombs.”  He is referring to the salt- and sugar-laden grease feasts that are so readily available from fast food joints along the interstate.  That is exactly what they feel like after eating them: gut bombs.

At one of the stops, my attention was grabbed by the “Kids LiveWell Menu.”  The meals weren’t exactly what I’d consider healthy, but they were definitely better than fries and chicken nuggets. It’s a program run by the National Restaurant Association to help parents find “healthy” options for their children at restaurants.  I checked out the website, and one of the more notable goals of the program is to please children’s palates, and it alluded to the fact that this can be difficult to do.

So, why is it so hard?

Let's bring kids into the agricultural process early!

Let’s bring kids into the agricultural process early!

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  1. Joan says:

    Ouch! Encouraging!!!!! Enlightening!!!!! Hopeful!!!! this would be the only way to live and if only we all would, not could, get on it. I commend you on helping Ava to get used to real food and for sharing your knowledge with us all. Hope you are having a fine time in Minnesota and I know Ava is being enjoyed. God bless.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks, Joan! This is something I’m very passionate about, and it can be hard to keep my judgment in check…but I try :). Our trip has been a blast!

  2. Laura R. says:

    You hit the nail on the head with this important food issue. Real food vs. Gut Bombs. AND teaching our young to grow their own food. In the name of progress and convenience we lost some of the quality of our earthly delights. I look forward to you blogging into the future and changing the way our next generations think about food. In my perfect world, the children of this country (and world) would be young farmers, multilingual citizens, musicians and artists 🙂

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks, Laura! We are spoiled for convenience, aren’t we? Who can blame us for choosing the easy to prepare fare over the labor intensive job of growing and processing our own food? I think the change comes once we realize how much better it tastes and makes us feel! It’s fun sharing these discoveries with everyone, especially little kiddos.

  3. Tamara L says:

    Over 25 years ago our middle daughter was critically ill. We moved towards an organic, mainly vegetable diet. That along with herbals made a major difference in her health. With 5 children I made my own baby foods, searched for organic foods, foods with no dyes or additives and discovered I had to simply make my own. Remember this was 25 or more years ago so access was not there. So I bought fresh veggies and fruit. I cooked the green beans, carrots, potatoes, ect and made my baby food. Our older children enjoyed homemade yogurt with berries for breakfast and green drinks ( yep we were doing them before they were in lol). My children now range in age 35 to 24 and they have always eaten their veggies.
    I really think there are a few keys to this. It is great to introduce this early but we made a change in eating habits with a 9 and 10 year old! We did grow some produce and the kids loved this. I had planters with their own cherry tomatoes and spinach. But the big thing was letting them help in the kitchen and with the shopping. I remember introducing green drinks. You should have seen their faces lol. But what I did was let them begin by putting the fruits in and the base of almond milk. They tasted it. Then we added in the spinach or kale, blended and tasted again. IT WAS GOOD. They loved them. The kids helped make yogurt. They loved veggie pizzas when made with their own hands. They shopped with me and helped pick out lunch items. They grew up “just knowing” additives, dyes, and processed foods were not good and real food taste better!
    Today I love seeing my grandkids enjoying our 10 acres, picking fresh strawberries, gathering black berries, wanting fried green tomatoes, and thinking nana’s green drinks are the best thing ever. Blessings to you!

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Way to go! Nutrition is such a vital part of our health and recovery from illness. I’m so happy these changes were successful in your family. I whole-heartedly agree on the aspect of getting kids involved in the preparation and cooking of foods. It’s another thing that involves all of our senses and kids love it. Thanks for sharing your stories with us!

  4. Victoria says:

    This won’t be something “local”, but the first solid food I gave my baby was avocado. From what I knew at the time, 40 years ago, it was considered a “neutral food”, perfect for babies. My little one was breastfed for the first year, then I introduced avocado and banana. She’s a very healthy tri-athlete with four big boys!!! Guess it worked!

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Yeah! Avocado is a great first, food, too! I think I’ll be introducing Avos in a few days. They are such an amazing fruit. Glad to hear your success story!

  5. Rose Eskridge says:

    Hi Alex,
    I love reading your Rural Farm Girl blog. I feel nearly giddy when it shows up on my computer & I read it in print also…..
    It is great getting to watch Ava grow & I love hearing about her.
    She is going to be an amazing flexible country girl who loves all types of food.
    She is really blessed having you as her Mom.
    Keep up the good work!
    Rose

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Wow! Thanks for the lovely complements. Being a mom is the best thing I’ve ever done. I can’t wait for the experiences and memories to come. Best to you and yours!

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Overwhelming Inspiration

It is fitting that I am sitting down to write this post with a long to-do list at my side, a bored baby to the other side and oatmeal slow-cooking on the stove.  I feel like I’ve been chugging along alright since Ava was born.  We have fun, I work a little bit here and there, the dog goes on regular walks or hikes, we generally have good home made food, and the house is clean sometimes.  However, a few weeks ago I was feeling VERY overwhelmed by things to do, even though it seemed like I had heaps of time and I wasn’t really doing that much.  The unfortunate thing about this was that I had many things that I should have been doing, not that I had to do.  My solution?  (This is a confession, of sorts) Do as close to nothing as possible while watching too many rerun episodes of cooking competition shows…  This is not a good solution, and I don’t suggest it.  I enjoy bouts of laziness, but it had gone too far.

My happy, friendly, little weeding buddy!  She mostly eats soil and gnaws on brassica leaves.

My happy, friendly, little weeding buddy! She mostly eats soil and gnaws on brassica leaves.

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  1. Dorothy says:

    Thank you for the blog. I enjoy reading and watching Ava as she grows.

  2. Lisa H says:

    You have probably read or heard this saying before, but when I was growing up my mom had this on a wall by our kitchen sink. I’ve always remembered it and when I am struggling to find the energy to do things like the dishes, (sometimes I let them stack up too much, which makes it even harder to find the motivation to do them…why is that?) I think of how often my mom did the dishes and I remember that saying and it reminds me how blessed I am. It’s something simple that gets me busy.

    Thank God for dirty dishes;
    they have a tale to tell.
    While others may go hungry,
    we’re eating very well.
    With home, health, and happiness,
    I shouldn’t want to fuss.
    By the stack of the evidence,
    God’s been very good to us.

    It’s the simple things that make us happy and give us motivation. Thanks for sharing yours with us. Have a great trip!
    Lisa

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      This is great! It’s a perfect iteration of how I’ve been feeling these last few days. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Joan says:

    Happy thoughts for your entire trip. Oh the life of a young new Mother farm-her girl. Sure is a struggle to get it all together and each minute seems to change the next but I found in times as you are in, to have a to do list and a DID IT list, makes one realize all that they did do. Your Ava is a total darling and she will learn to be out n about with you and enjoy God’s earth. God bless.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks Joan! Evan took care of Ava the other day and it took him 6 hours to do the dishes. He now knows what an accomplishment getting anything done is. It’s well worth the extra effort, though!

  4. Nanette says:

    Welcome back to ND if only for a short time. Enjoy your stay whatever the weather may be. N

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Perspicacious Pestilent Pests

 

This all started with turnips–the small, white, sweet, perfect-to-eat-like-popcorn Hakurei salad turnips. They are one of the delicious early summer treats, and they are so good in salads made of early greens like arugula and spinach. We first harvested these precious roots about four weeks ago from the glass green house. At first glance they were glorious! They were a promise of summer all wrapped up in a beautiful white package.

And then we started picking.

Minimal damage on these tasty treats!  As farm workers, we sometimes get the uglies...but we know it's what's on the inside that counts!

Minimal damage on these tasty treats! As farm workers, we sometimes get the uglies…but we know it’s what’s on the inside that counts!

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  1. Patty says:

    So far we’ve been pretty lucky in the pest department. Flea beetle on cole crops can be bothersome but row cover pretty much takes care of that. Unfortunately it’s tomato and potato late blight we have to guard against and possibly deer. Nice to read your post. I don’t suppose you’re anywhere near Soldotna are you? My brother knows a CSA farmer piton Funny River Road but hey, it’s the largest state in the union so chances are slim!

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      We are about three hours from Soldotna, so not very close! I hope the farm wasn’t harmed by the funny river fire that was blazing a few weeks ago. I’m super glad we don’t have blight issues up here.

  2. Robbie Strahm says:

    Squash bugs are the bane of my existence! I may just stop planting zucchini and pumpkins for a couple of years.. They don’t seem to bother the cucumbers so much, but how they love those zucchini. Chiggers are also out in droves in Kansas this year – maybe a trade-off for the nice rain we’ve had lately.

  3. Karen Pennebaker says:

    WEEDS are my worst pest…we get a few Japanese beetles, that eat bean leaves, and some sort of weird worm got into my few brocolli plants but haven’t traveled over to the cabbage. I’m the weeder here. My husband tries, but he’s disabled and can’t do a lot (which makes him mad, but there’s not much he can do about it)…no one else here has an ounce of patience. My youngest grandson helps a little – at least he takes the weeds and dumps them in the chicken pen when I can catch him! I use NO pesticides, my fertilizer is goat, rabbit and chicken manure composted with whatever weeds that the chickens don’t get and some grass clippings, barn straw gets in the mix… it seems to work. My crops are always later than others because we get less direct sunshine in this hollow than in most places (and the rest of our property is wooded hillsides!) – welcome to the WV hills!

  4. Diann says:

    The other day I accused my dear husband of pulling some of my carrots thinking they were weeds….sigh….have any of you seen or remember Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd. See Bugs was always traveling here and there and well, ya know a bunny has to eat! Well invariably, Bugs always ended up under Elmer’s garden…that man got around a lot too! And the scene always goes like this…Elmer is standing admiring his fine looking carrots when all of a sudden, the plant starts to shake and bam! disappears! much to Elmer’s shock and frustration….well, I would be Elmer and the varmit would be a gopher. Who knew those little buggers could swipe a whole carrot plant with such stealth and speed. Gophers and I are not friends! With that said, an old remedy my Grandmother used was Ivory Liquid dish soap and castor oil, whipped, and a half cup added to a gallon of water and poured down every gopher hole you can find. It doesn’t poison anything, they hate the smell and it just chases them off. As this is not a poison icky, it will take a few applications.It is working for me, no more Elmer moments so far.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks Diann!
      Oh yeah, Bugs was a good bug-like pest to ol’ Elmer. Do the gophers steal your carrots from underground? If so, that is kind of awesome in a gophers-have-evolved-in-a-very-smart-way kind of way. Thanks for the poison free remedy! I’ll have to share it with my mom who has gopher issues. Ivory soap seems to be the go to for pest related remedies, I wonder why?

  5. Lois Carlson says:

    I grew up on a farm in west northwest Minnesota. Way back when…. I am 75 five now, so… I loved the farm (dirt poor, as it was .. But we kids didn’t know that) . I mostly did outside work with my brothers. Gardens, making hay, picking any fruit that grew, milking cows, cleaning barn…whatever.. But loved my doll (no plural here) and cooked and baked too. No such thing as “busy work” then. We were all needed. I Thank God for those days. Gave me a wonderful foundation as I went on to become a nurse (RN) and had a good work ethic throughout my career. I so enjoy reading your blog. Helps bring back long-forgotten memories. Thank You

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks for sharing these fond memories with us. Where in northwest Minnesota? My family is from Fargo and I’ve spent a good amount of time in Detroit Lakes. Kids and farming go pretty well together, I think! work gets accomplished while kids are outside, they get to use their imaginations and build up immune systems, too. Plus, it’s hard to beat a hands-on experiential education. Thank you!

  6. Deborah says:

    Hi Alexandra!!
    I was so excited to read your post today, especially the part when you said,” just had an epiphany that I should do a series of photographs of farming hands….it would be beautiful and telling of the true nature of farming and how intimately a farmer knows her land and crops” and you could elaborate on what a day in the life of a farmer really looks like! We are hopefully moving to Montana soon, and I would love to farm and I always have questions when we take our long road trips to Montana from LA, as to what do farmers do in their day, what is that field of crops that we just passed, how long do they work in a day etc… that would be a joy to read as I have enjoyed all of ypour posts:)

    Kind Regards,

    Deborah

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      I’ve been thinking about that “epiphany” a lot of over the past two weeks! Perhaps I’ll start during the next month when I’m in the upper midwest! I just need to learn a bit more about photography (or ask dear hubby to edit photos for me). Thanks for the kind words!

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Go You Chicken Fat, Go!

For those of you who are rudely reminded of traumatic childhood gym classes by the title of this post, I apologize.  I’ve been having a good time the last week and half reading up on this previously forgotten song.  And it comes the same week that I: 1) officially donated my remaining chickens to Louise’s Farm School and 2) consumed a fair amount of chicken broth while battling a stomach virus.  So I got rid of some chicken fat while being nourished by some other chicken fat.  I am a bit sad about the officialness of no longer being a chicken owner…those were some good chickens.  I will have to visit them.  But at least I have broth stocked up in the freezer and reliable local egg suppliers.

I have always been interested in my parents’ lifestyles while growing up in the fifties and sixties.  My mom lived in rural north central Minnesota on a lake about six miles out of the nearest small town.  She would tell me about her horses and all of the chickens they would get every year for laying and meat.  She shared the music she listened to, games she and sisters played, foods they would eat and what school was like. I love these stories of days gone by, days that I could never really know.

 

Portrait of a Rooster

Portrait of a Rooster

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  1. Karin Weaver says:

    I do remember those gym classes and those one piece gym suits. I was tall and they seem to cut me in half. I would be told to stand straight, I couldn’t. In college I took gymnastics and on the trampoline in mid air…..my leotard seams let go right at the crouch, immediate sit down and scoot to the locker. (It was coed). I thought I would die…. Those days were the best… Thank you for your history lesson, I had no idea even though I do remember JFK Keep fit program. Take care…

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      That trampoline incident sounds truly humiliating! But you obviously made it through, and now you have a hilarious story. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Gail Pederson says:

    Oh my…we had a Miss Howe too, Miss Scheifelbein and Chicken Fat! Either she liked you or she didn’t. I was not athletic, but she did like me. I had no idea the record was distributed like that. Interesting. My husband, who was on the “other side” of the split gym, behind the curtain, never to see the girls….said the guys felt sorry for us whenever they heard it. A local facebook group discussed this song several months ago, and we were all laughing about it. The ad you mention made me pay attention to it right away.
    The Presidential Fitness award was a prestigious patch to get. I struggled with the 600 yard “Dash” forever. The last year, when Miss S. timed me, I made it. I actually think she fudged it! She and I became friends after we took a stained glass class together. I now consider her “ahead of her time” for the healthy she tried to instill in us.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks for sharing, Gail. I think the best thing about this song is that SO many children had to listen to it, yet most of them had no idea that millions of other kids had to listen to it, too. That Presidential Fitness award definitely was a prestigious award. I always struggled with the shuttle run…

  3. Linda says:

    Touch down every morning. Touch down every day…. The LP was easier than the regular exercise routine our drill sargent of a Phys. Ed. teacher put us through – so when we heard the music most of us were quite happy. We also the white romper gym suits – with our panty girdles underneath. God forbid anything should jiggle. I saw the ad on TV and the memories did come flooding back to the horror that was Phys Ed. The worst part though were the gang showers – and we had to shower before going to the next class. The instructor stood by the door and checked off our names as we left the shower area to make sure we were thoroughly wet – therefore clean and no longer smelling of sweat and exercise. I sincerely hope Phys Ed is better in this century.

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      I am SO happy I was never forced to shower after gym class! Thanks for reliving your Phys. Ed. experience for us.

  4. Adrienne says:

    I was fortunate to miss the terrible music and ugly rompers. We had white blouses with snaps, red shorts, white tennis shoes and socks. It was a Catholic high school and gym classes were separate from the guys (thank goodness). Our gym teacher, Mrs. Lefebvre, was terrific: her son Jim played for the Dodgers and we secretly had a huge crush on him. I played volleyball and tennis which was about as jock as a female could get. Not too bad an experience for me. Kudos to those who made it through the torturous years!

  5. Linda Wigington says:

    I was one of those weird girls who loved the song. I think I even got the 45 record, which had two versions…the dj version for the radio and the actual exercise version on the “flip side”. Now that’s an antiquated term! It has long since disappeared, but I would love to have the record again, even at my “advanced age” of almost 66. I might be able to do two of each, as it goes way faster than I do these days. And if I get down too loowww it takes a while to get back up. Sorry you had to get rid of the chickens. We had to give up our sole surviving chicken who was a pet, when we moved across the country (to a small town, unfortunately, always lived in the country before) and although we can have 4 or 5 chickens, my husband gets too attached so says, “No” every time I ask (and I keep asking!) Thanks for your news. I always wanted to go to Alaska, but never made it. Now I am too old for that kind of adventure. Enjoy your wonderful life and your baby. They both are fleeting. She’s a doll.

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Simply Rural

Every once in awhile I question my inherent ruralness.  I am MaryJane’s RURAL farmgirl, right?  But, what really makes me, my experiences and my blog rural…?  I live in a yurt, but I also live in a neighborhood that feels like a suburban subdivision.  I enjoy driving trucks and tractors, but own neither.  I have to run to the big city to get exotic foods or to find a mall, but I can get nearly everything else in the nearby towns…so what is it, what makes this whole time in my life rural?

After much thought and re-reading USDA census reports and Webster’s definitions of rurality, I figured it out.  For me, as I’m sure it is and equally is not for others, the rural life rests in its simplicity.

The historic Palmer Train Depot.  No trains come through here anymore, but the depot holds a weekly farmers market as well as seasonal and special events.

The historic Palmer Train Depot. No trains come through here anymore, but the depot holds a weekly farmers market as well as seasonal and special events.

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  1. Diana Henretty says:

    Loved your blog today, it is simply adorable.
    I was raised in the heart of San Diego, then moved to the desert of Arizona,
    up to the mountains of Montana and now to the Missouri Ozarks.
    I fell in love with small town living and do not want to move away!
    In fact, the older I get, the less the malls and the big cities appeal (our closest is Joplin)and the home life settles deep in to my heart.
    We are blessed here to have lots of flea mrkts and farmer’s mrkts to shop in, and so
    it is our way of life!
    Hooray for the country life….hugs from Noel, Mo, Diana

  2. Joan says:

    I too live ‘ruralish’, closest grocery and Walmart is 3 miles but 14 miles to the nearest mall/shopping center. There are 3 farmer’s stores within 5 min. so I call it rural on the plains, in the middle of a very large and getting larger housing area built on an old ranch. Yeah rural is what one makes it. I don’t, however, have a sweet baby to enjoy in my ruralness, she sure is growing. God Bless.

  3. April says:

    Great post! 🙂

  4. Care Kester says:

    Yes, indeed. You hit the nail square on the head! I live in upper Maine in a tiny community called East Winn (I am now a WINNER!). Everything is done “by hand” at my place simply because I don’t have any machinery to make it easier (I just moved here from Western MT and paid for my house so savings is low) but no matter!!!! I mow, dig, drill, love my DeWalt drill/driver, and get things DONE! I dream of how my yard will look in 5 years (might as well be realistic!) and love life. And, also, SO glad that Bangor is just 40 minutes away and a week-end in NYC every now and then is possible!
    Thanks for the great blog!

  5. Deb Bosworth says:

    Howdy Alex,
    My little Ava is growing so fast. I loved this post and the tour of your town Palmer.
    Rural to me means simplicity too. I grew up in a city that was surrounded by rural life, ranches, dairy farms, so I think for me it’s always been a state of mind even though I never really lived a truly rural life with farm animals, horses etc…My neighborhood is called rural/suburban… Not because it’s farm-like but because we are on our own well and have to have propane trucked in. No natural gas or water lines here. Rural is a state of mind.. and if you’re lucky enough to add some essence of ” real rural ” life to a modern existence then you are blessed! Having backyard chickens, access to local farmers markets, and a big garden helps too! 🙂 Love your blog Alex! Your farmgirl blogging sister from the beach! Deb

  6. Diann says:

    I grew up on the edge of the Kansas prairies in a relatively large town. I have traveled the states and the world and now abide in an area that I have spectacular v iews of the Sierra Nevada Mountains (which includes Yosemite Natl. Park) and is wide open for miles. From living in Kansas and wondering the wide open ranges, I have graved the “awayness” of the country, the rural. Why just a few weeks ago when I received my mail-in vote, the county advised me that since there were less than 250 in my district, I had no other choice but to mail my vote in as there would be no polling place….that made me smile and sigh with relief that I would not have to stand in line or be crowded into some small space. I guess I am of an age that hanging out in this country place just satisfys my spirit. Yep, it is mighty peaceful here in the rural area. Convenience, in my opinion, is relative. Thanks for a lovely post. And bright blessings on you and yours!

  7. Denise Ross says:

    Rural is definitely is a state of mind for me. I live in a beachside town but love the simple life. As I get older I’m definitely happier at home creating and making. I’m most contented in myself providing for my family and looking after my home, even though I work full time. Love this post, thanks for the tour, looks a lovely place. Your daughter is cute and growing up quickly

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Taking Pause

How are you doing?  Have you recently taken a moment to stop, breathe and just be? Often, these moments are too few and far between.  This is especially true during this time of the year.  With spring showers (or snow…or even drought depending on where you are!) comes a deluge of other to-dos.  There’s the proverbial spring cleaning that seems to drag on and on; there are seeds to spread, seedlings to pot up and plants to get in the ground; there are lawn mowers to tune and bicycles to clean up; and there is always, ALWAYS, something to re-organize.

Busy workers hilling potatoes.

Busy workers hilling potatoes.

During the spring there is definitely a lot of do-ing.  It seems like we reserve the winter for our times of reflection and pause–and it makes total sense!  It feels right and natural to take time to reflect and meditate on life when the do-ing is lessened.  However, I believe that we should aim to include these moments throughout our days, weeks, seasons and lives.

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  1. Janice K. says:

    Babies sleeping with piglets give me pause…How many of us can say, ‘Did you ever see that picture of me as a baby, sleeping with that little pig?!?!’ Wonderful…
    Still struggling with my new meditation class! I take meditation after my regular yoga class, so that by the time I have wound down at the end of yoga, I am really relaxed..
    The problem is staying awake. I love that meditation helps me set unpleasant things aside in life. Like when the neighbor’s dogs bark at me EVERY TIME I walk by the fence! I feel my mind shift to somewhere that I am observing instead of participating. At least most of the time!
    Just starting my garden clean-up! Just when I think that it will never get done, it will silently creep up on me and I will have a lovely, productive, blissful place to meditate..

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Yes! I love that you are meditating. Speaking of darned dogs….my neighbor dogs are barking right this second, yet again, at something that could possibly move at some point in time. Your reminder to observe instead of react is timely! Best to you and your meditation garden.

  2. Lisa H says:

    Hi Alex,

    I really enjoy your blog and gives me time to “pause” from my normal work and get lost in what’s happening in Alaska. I am from the Midwest, born and raised in Michigan and residing in Northern Indiana. I agree with you that taking the time to smell the flowers is so important. When I do not make time for those moments, my life feels a little more chaotic and less focused. I can easily get anxious about something. But if I have some quiet moments then I feel just the opposite. I love gardening because even though I have to focus on what I’m doing, I find my mind wondering from one thing to the next and I get completely lost in those thoughts. It is hard work and yet it is relaxing. I make time on the weekends for a leisure cup of tea and during the week I end my day with a cup of tea in the evening. I also like to write a quite note or a letter to someone in the evening. It allows my mind to relax and lets others I know I am thinking about them at the same time.

    Unlike you all in Alaska, we are running 2-3 weeks behind. We are still dealing with frosts and I have not started my planting. I am hoping that the cold weather this past week is the last and have a lot of plans for the coming holiday weekend. You know the saying…the corn should be knee high by the 4th of July? Well we will be lucky if it is ankle high the way things are going. ha ha! It will be a late harvest for sure.

    I noticed in your bio that you spent time in South Korea. A friend of mine lived and taught English in a village in South Korea for a year or two. Wouldn’t it be a really small world if you happened to know one another?

    Have a wonderful holiday weekend!
    Lisa

    • Alexandra Wilson says:

      Thanks for your lovely note, Lisa! I am definitely familiar with “knee high by the 4th of July” and I remember years when the corn was much higher than that (but my knees were a bit lower then…). Talking with folks in MN and ND it sounds like things are behind but improving. Similar to your letter writing, I too have been reveling in letting others know that I am so happy they are here and that we share life together sometimes. I lived in Yeoju, SK from 2008 to 2010. Maybe we do know each other!!

  3. Marlene says:

    I’m off to find a pig to sleep with.

  4. Sharon says:

    I live in E. TN and my garden is thriving. I am eating wonderful salads everyday – spinach, kale and three kinds of lettuce and my zucchini plants have exploded. I need my pause early in the morning before the busyness begins; reading, praying and listening preferably on the porch. Nature gives me pause no matter what I am doing – just walking outside calms and refocuses me. Fresh air, sunshine or rain works every time.

  5. Laura R. says:

    Amen! Thank you for the reminder. And the picture of Ava and piglet is one to be framed ! I just finished a 10 week ‘process’ from the book ‘The Presence Process’ by Michael Brown. It was a definite reminder to just BE and breathe !!

  6. Judy Mac says:

    Baby Ava and baby pig, how precious. I can feel the comforting weight of the piglet on my lap and understand the secure feeling that Ava must be feeling…a safe sleep…better than a teddy bear.

  7. Marge Hofknecht says:

    Hey, Alex, enjoyed your article and I agree that we should avoid running through each day without pausing. We need to see the beautiful world around us. I enjoy an old-fashioned tea time with a hot cup of tea and a small sandwich after I get home from work. I often take the time to read some passage of Scripture during my tea time and just meditate on it while sipping my tea.

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