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“Opportunity is often missed by many because it is dressed in overalls and looks like hard work.” (Thomas Edison)

Once long ago someone shared this quote with me and at the time, I didn’t realize how profound this concept would be and what weight it’s bearing would hold on my adult life. It is firmly planted in my heart and fleshes out daily on our little farm in the city. With each season comes new joys and delightful beauty all around us, with Autumn being one of favorites. With it means a new season at Wheat Brothers Farms where we welcome visitors from near and far to enjoy this special place we call home. The place we have created with all our love and grit to share with all of you.

Telling the story of Wheat Brothers Farms in the current issue of Distinctly Northwest @disntictlynorthwest means something so profoundly deep to me. It is the first article I ever wrote that finally was published. The entirety of the experience has been sweet and kind and reminds me of how life was generations ago and is so often overlooked as nuisances these days. Just like the wheat that stood on this farm over one hundred years ago, is long gone, so are those that once lived in this old white farmhouse. What I wouldn’t give to be able to sit on our front porch and have a conversation with the folks whose life’s dreams were built here. Those good ‘ol days of front porch sittin’ with the neighbor and slow-paced life have unfortunately been lost over the years.  It’s incredibly sad to think about and brings to mind my own family that lived these daily values which I was raised to embrace as well.

Distinctly Northwest Autumn Edition 2019

My momma and my stepfather were just as I am now. They began small just as their parents did. They were hard on me, but faithful to see me succeed in knowing how to accomplish a task. I always take great joy in closing my eyes and recall seeing my stepfather smile when I finally learned how to check and change oil on many of his equipment sets.

These memories and good ‘ol fashion values were what I was raised on. They took hold of me a long time ago and luckily have stayed with me. I really do find peace in that and strive to incorporate those same values in my daily life and especially as an example to my son.  Motherhood means everything to me. It is the cornerstone of what I would like my legacy to be recalled to as I’m making my way to heaven.

My hope and my prayer is for those who read this is to give your child the opportunity to grow and flourish in the traditional values of past generations. It isn’t the most popular path and certainly not the easiest. It requires a lot of correcting, dedication and intention, but folks it is so worth it- this I promise you.

I’m grateful to be able to honor and carry on these ideals that I grew up on and share them with those around me. I’m overjoyed with the opportunity to share our story with all of you and thankful to have these special moments captured on film of my son and life on the farm. I will be forever grateful to have these memories to cherish and will always longingly recall his free spirit and wild enthusiastic genuine joy, no matter how old he gets. Boy golly… I sure do love that.

If you haven’t had a chance to read the latest issue of Distinctly Northwest, stop by the farm to pick up a copy and say hey!

I would also like to invite you to our upcoming Pumpkins and Succulents Workshop on October 4th at 6pm. Space is limited so please call (541) 324-3028 to reserve your spot. We are also excited for our annual Harvest Festival on October 26th from 1-4pm. There will be farm fresh goodies for the pickin’, handmade furniture and jewelry, vintage and antique items for sale, hayrides, a photo booth and more.

Pumpkins and Succulents Workshop
Harvest Festival 2019

We look forward to celebrating this beautiful season in Southern Oregon with all of you. It is with a very sincere heart that I thank you all for popping in to read a little more about life on our little farm in the city.  

Blessings abundant,

September 20, 2019 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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October 9, 2017 0 comment
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