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.