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Cheyla

The farmers market in our small little valley has opened for the season, and that means spring has begun. I’m currently sitting in my home surrounded by the sounds of baby chicks and a seed catalog on my lap as I’m dreaming and planning the wildflower garden for my home. It’s a refreshing Saturday.

I Worsh Clothes

My home is warm and full of love. It needs a bit of tidying up and whatnot, so I’ve decided it’s just about time to call out the window washers and get to work on those pesky baseboards. I enjoy a clean, fresh breezy home. Opening the windows of this 1910 farmhouse and letting in the sounds of life coming to visit once again. The light sheers blowing in the softness of the breeze, and fresh gardenias and lilacs scents that as Robert Frost once penned “make us happy in the happy bees.”


Spring Has Sprung

So, with Spring comes maintenance, and I don’t mind it, not one single bit. I actually have come to quite enjoy the rewards of an honest, hard labor, and nothing quite beats the smell of freshly cut grass. In my young years, my stepfather would put me on that ole Forest Gump lawn mower, and for acres I spent learning how to drive and earned minor duckets by cutting our huge yard and pasture. Days I cherished and recall with a welcomed warm smile as an adult.

I’ve learned that antique homes come full of charm and often with their own set of blueprints. Mine comes with a daily scrub and a good old recipe, consistently.

So, let’s roll up our sleeves, put on our aprons, and get to it. Doing some sort of deep cleaning daily I have found helps combat the “BIG cleans.” Like, you know, the ones that tend to be ebbing at your mind as Spring springs.

In reality, many moms work outside of their homes as well, and that is nothing to turn your nose up at. I’m so very blessed to be able to stay home with my son and be in every facet of his life, especially now in his very formative years, preparing him to be a decent and kind husband is really why I keep such a tight ship. I want him to know that a home is only going to be as clean as he and the family living in it make it — daily tending to their “ship.” I also find that teaching young children to earn their keep by assigning daily chores is a very good life skill set. This will not only help him appreciate his wife and children, but by sharing the load will help him see the value in an honest day’s work, because raising a decent child and tending to a little farm as well as being a homemaker is truly the cornerstone of a family. So, I keep my family healthy and anyone I’m blessed to have come visit for a minute. Teaching them that washing hands regularly is a good thing when you come home from class and such, and it’s a simple way to ensure good cleanliness.


Read, Set, Go!

Each and every morning since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I opened my eyes and tended to making my bed. I know it sounds simple, but that little luxury when you’ve come home and put in a long hard day’s work to climb into a bed that is freshly washed, pressed, and smells so yummy is such a delight.

I set out to deep clean something each and every day. This may include a quick swiffer under all the beds and/or cleaning the glass in the apothecary cabinet where we store all our linens and paper products. In a small home, one must be very disciplined not to over purchase daily needs. By that I mean I simply don’t have the storage means to accommodate a large Costco anything. It’s just that in the turn of the century most families did not possess nearly what we have at this present day. I don’t keep sets upon sets of linens, I simply cannot do so. When I decide to have a clean sheet day, I pull off the bedding once a week and replace it by the day’s end. It’s that simple really. It just takes the discipline to get that load finished and dried. Living small is a mindset for certain.


The Best Room in the House

Tidying Up KitchenI enjoy spending a great deal of time in my farmhouse kitchen. It is the centerpiece of our home. It’s what our beautiful guests see when they enter. On our open shelving of subway tile, I like to use a microfiber towel and a small amount of Method spray to clean any splatter and such, and then I dry the area with another clean microfiber cloth. I have found that this will help anyone struggling with the streaks on their subway tile.

In our kitchen, we have an open range gas fire stove. I prefer cooking with gas rather than electric, and find that the food keeps better, cooks more consistently, and the deep flavors marry in a smokier, almost mesquite, flavor. Yet those little gas burners need a deep cleaning once in a great while to keep them nice and de-junky. I pull each one off and empty them into a large gallon-sized zip lock bag and fill the bag with half a cup of baking soda and slowly add about a tablespoon per grill to reach back and let it sit closed for about 10-15 minutes. When you come back and pour out the contents, those grills will sparkle with a little elbow grease and a nice thread count paper towel to remove the gunk. That same mixture you can use on the cooktop to create the paste and your sweet little cooktop will shine right up.


Daily Cleaning Time

During my daily thirty minutes, I take a broom over the entire home and in a farmhouse full of little boys and little critters, rugs and carpet would be a dreadful site. That’s why I use a very nice broom and dustpan (I promise it’s worth the investment if you use it daily on hardwood flooring), and every two to three days I run the swiffer over the entire home. I don’t even own a vacuum any longer as it were.

While the first load of laundry is going and waiting for a switchover, I spend a concentrated amount of time in the powder rooms. I don’t know about you, but when you finish cleaning a bathroom you feel like you could conquer pretty much anything. I use bleach in the bowls and let that set because, well, my grandmother did it and so does my mom. I find myself windexing all the glass surfaces and getting those finished in order to concentrate on the claw feet and the subway tile flooring that will need more attention. Now, I don’t deep clean my bathrooms daily, but I do try to clean them every 2–3 days, usually when I pull the shower rugs to wash them. It makes for a good time as the wash rugs are cycling thru. I know this may sound a bit Monica from friends but yes, I do if you’re thinking clean and de-junk that old washer and drier as well. I also recommend each Spring you clean out your dryer vents and hose that connects to the unit. Many house fires begin in this area of a home. You could add that to your New Year’s battery and smoke detector checks, but I tend to do it in the Spring, totally up to you.

The floors in my bathrooms are a bit challenging and require a lot of attention. White flooring is a stinkin’ mess at times, but when you can get on your hands and knees and scrub them using this mixture, it will shine up like a new penny.


The Worst of The Worst

The toilets are, let’s face it, the most unflattering area of a home. I go in with a mindset to clean it and do it quickly. You will need a toothbrush and a screwdriver to remove the lid and small coverings over the toilet mount covers. Yes, friend, there are a lot of germs so wear a pair of good rubber gloves and clean with a lot of baby wipes. Once you begin to do it regularly, this process will quicken over time and it will become second nature, and that smell that a lot of bathrooms of little boys have, or big guys for that matter, will not have that permitting urine stench. With that toothbrush, I clean the smallest crevasse, one for the toilet and one for behind the sink faucets. You can use q-tips for this task as well. I also interchange at times SOS pads when something has a small amount of rust built up on the surface.

I can imagine that this seems so overwhelming as you begin, but I promise you that you’ll be so happy to have a tidy and clean home. Start small today. Tackle that linen closet or remove all the shoes from the bottoms of your closets and sweep or vacuum the bottom. Little small tasks are just a beginning. So grab a cup of coffee, put on some really great music, and enjoy as you tend to the heart of your life — your home.

Blessings Abundant,

Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms

March 17, 2018 3 comments
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Christmas of 2000 was very fond as I recall it now so many years later. I’ll never forget, my brother and his family were home for the holiday and were all bunkered down in the living room at my momma’s. My sweet nephews were all snuggled up in their beds and pillow forts anxiously awaiting the moment to bestow they’re eyes upon what jolly ole saint Nicholas had brought them. Ross being the oldest at 8 could barely stand waiting, but Corbin knew one thing about Papa Geek, his grandfather, my step-father, and that was 1) he had quite the sense of humor and 2) we had best all stay in our beds until we were told to come out. The coffee pot was brewing and the scent filled the air with that Christmas morning smell that only that one day a year brings. I don’t know how, but for me that day smells just a tiny bit sweeter, and personally my heart feels so much lighter than all year. It’s a joy unspeakable that bubbles out of me every Christmas morning with the smile of what’s to come, and renewed hope that my Savior has been born. I cherish Christmas morning, I really do.


Tie Dye Onesies and Reindeer Antlers

I hear them down the hall, my mom and daddy-o, with their giggling and deep belly laughing. Which turned into my mom snorting when she laughed so hard and couldn’t contain herself as only she does, and did so often when that man was still with us this side of heaven. Then I see them as they begin down the hallway towards our living room. I can’t believe this. How? How did she convince him to do this or to wear THAT? And just like that they were standing in front of us all in their one piece tie dye onesies and reindeer antlers. The room was silent and then my brother, Chad, laughed so hard and so loud the room exploded. Two couple ole geezers dressed like Jerry Garcia at Woodstock if Woodstock would have been held at Christmas in 1969. I simply could NOT contain myself and laughter poured through our home.


Never Too Old to Play Dress Up

When I think about Christmas’ past, I often think of this moment, then I sit a moment to relive it as a young girl and to remind myself one is never too old to play dress up and make the children laugh. Let us remember we are never too old to find the joy in us at Christmas, and let it spill to overflowing love as we spend time with our families and friends.

Cherish your loved ones while they’re here, because one Christmas you will think fondly of them and smile, and perhaps a good laugh will follow.

May you know you’re loved at Christmas, and every day, by the One who came to be your Redeemer, Jesus Christ our Lord.

Merry Christmas,

Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms

December 5, 2017 1 comment
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I’d love to get real here for a moment if I may? Truth is it take real grit and a lot of gumption to be an early riser. It takes discipline to run a little farm, it takes dedication and loyalty and a lot of affection for animals and their well-being, but can I just say sometimes staying in bed with a warm cup of Dean & Deluca with the freshly printed NYT crisp in-between my fingers sounds more like a daydream in NYC as I realize that as the Rooster crows my day needs to get uh-goin’.

I feed 15 mouths before even the sun rises at times and then it’s off to tidy the ‘lil farm in the city and get that adorable blonde hair, blue-eyed angel boy of mine ready for class. I don’t mind because it’s hard word, honest work, work I believe many don’t choose anymore because it’s not instant or self-gratifying. I don’t receive many, if any, attaboys for the dirt under my fingers or the poop on my wellies that for the umpteenth time today need washin’.

Deep down I have always been a country girl. I don’t like trends and what connects me most is legacy and down home good cooking. I tried to be a city girl, I did, and for one hot minute I succeeded better than most, but in the end…I didn’t fit in. My dear friend, Melissa, would laugh as I left a very promising career in the (color bronzing world, aka salon tan) *insert eye roll at the tender age of 19 to go fishin’ at my favorite spot almost every day after I’d clock off in the beautiful area of Lake Roesiger Washington*.

“Chey, you’re going again?” Yes, I can’t miss my chance at the big one” This coming from a gal who to this day has a bass lure as keychain. City living was NOT the life for me, even if The beverly Hillbillies said it was for them, because here’s where the rubber meets the road, folks. You can take the girl outta the country, but you can’t take the country outta the girl.


Life is Good if You Simplify It

I love the smell of being in the mountains and the first tug on a pole as I’m fly fishing which I don’t do do as often as I would like. And the truth is, I’m a mediocre fisherman, but I nonetheless connect to God’s finest handiwork. And now as this journey begins this third and final week of owning my own little roadside — do my great granny proud — farm stand, I can tell you this, life is good if you simplify it.

Strip it to its roots. Look for that thing this week that one thing that makes you connect with those you love and what lights you up. I did just that moving home to Oregon “when was I most happiest” on that old farm in Central Point, Oregon, and I’ve poured all my love into giving back to a little valley that I love and that old house that built me where my favorite dog ran and where I learned to drive on an old dump truck and John Deere tractor by mowing those acres for pennies.

So if this week you find yourself out and about, pop in…I’ll be round these parts listening to old records and thinking of recipes as we head into the holidays. Christmas, folks, it’s coming and I for one cannot wait!

We hope you’ve enjoyed my soft launch/ grand opening. It’s been a learning curve of a three weeks, but don’t you worry, I’ll be open again during December for poinsettias, wreaths, and vintage goodies as well as some down home ciders, egg nogs, and cinnamon pine cones. My prayer is that this finds you well today, my friends, as we enjoy the last moments of our Autumn days and winter nestles in to our hearts.

Blessings Abundant,
Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms

October 25, 2017 0 comment
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Home is my absolute favorite place to be, and when I moved home to Oregon from the Seattle area, I knew I wanted a home to put roots down deep in something — to be able to work the land even in its smallest measurement. So I found this worn-down 1910 farmhouse smack dab in the the heart of our little community hub, and knew that all my experiences from being raised on a farm in Central Point, Oregon, that I could most certainly tackle this feat and turn it into a home.

So with that vigor that’s what I’ve done. The vision for my home was very real and personal upon me entering its humble doors. The almost 20′ laurel hedges surrounding the Wheat Brothers Farms creates a true “Orchard House” persona of years gone by (Orchard house is the home in little women). I truly believed and pictured myself putting up fences, painting, and shopping for local junk most would turn a nose up to, but I knew one thing my momma said to me about small living is to go up. Small spaces and creative decorating are a bit of jack that comes along with this ‘ole gal and I quite enjoy that about myself.

So as years pressed on and the vision became much like putting on bifocals, I decided to push forth into my next journey — the farm stand. I researched my home at our local historical society and found the original home owned by the Earhart family, who were in fact related to Amelia from PA, and had moved west with the gold rush in Jacksonville, Oregon. Along with the founder of the world famous Harry and David pear orchards, they settled in and began to grow several wheat varieties. One hundred and fifty-three acres as far as the eyes could see. The friends and family of the Earharts would soon establish a siphon of water out of bear creek to irrigate their crops, an excerpt from Portland tabloids is where the originals of our name is founded.

I wanted to to give back the home I had already duplicated “bearing very evidence of thrift”, a homage of loyalty to one families’ legacy. Their daughter, June, is quite recognized for her WW1 nursing efforts and what is the now the Medford Co-Op, was June’s original home across the street from the dirt Riverside Street at the turn of the century. The Earharts sons lived and tended the home I now reside in and the 153 acres of fine wheat.

On Tuesday we opened with great anticipation of goodness and gathering. The day prior, the wind was quite fierce and unpredictable as I began to set up, but opening day it was crisp and warm as autumn days warm your cheeks and as well-wishers and kind patrons came pouring in. Day two brought a refreshing sprinkle of rain to my ‘lil farm in the city. To my delight, another women passing by, stopped, and brought her own breath of fresh air — a local women who left me feeling grateful for her kind words. As she was departing with her goods, she stopped and congratulated me and told such a kind compliment — she told me how brave and ambitious I was. I was so encouraged by her words and thoughtfulness.

My great grandmother was a dear women with a gentleness about her that I shall never forget. She always wore an apron and a sweet smile with a few little chickens at her feet. For those who have stood outside my picket fences the past few years on a daily basis and shared stories with me about their granny’s farm or their own experiences in childhood of farm life, I commit this to you and your families’ heritages. Because farm life is simple life, but such a good life.


Acknowledgements

To My Great Granny

It’s because of you and the small, little memories of being such a small girl on your farm that I wear my apron each day.

To My Momma

Whose gift of hospitality never left those out in the cold, but always had a warm supper ready to serve without judgment, followed by a yummy desert. In my lifetime I’ve had the privilege of meeting diverse folks from all walks of life due to your very obedient, God-given heart of hospitality and warmth. You’re a good women.

October 17, 2017 1 comment
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Welcome to Wheat Brothers Farms, a local, family-owned farm in the heart of Medford, Oregon. Discover the history of the Earhart brothers and their impact on the Rogue Valley; buy local produce and home-made goods; and connect with loving community-minded people.

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