'Lil Farm in the City
Good Morning from Wheat Brothers Farms. All my life I have had a stillframe in my mind of what my home would look like down to the trim paint and perfectly curated pieces of the past. I’ve been an antique collector since I was …
Pancakes & Pajamas Last Saturday, I had the privilege of sitting down and breaking bread with some of the favorite women in my life. They not only inspire me to be a better mother, friend and companion, but also encourage me to be …
It’s coming on October, and the crunchy leaves are finally filling the streets with such warmth, almost like a blanket. I have a new book sitting on my bedside table. It’s waiting for me and I’m still looking for a new pair of glasses. I am so happy to finally be back in our autumn “back to class” routine. We always have a routine at the farmhouse, but something’s shifting round here, and after all the smoke from wildfires plaguing us this summer, I will take the chilly air with a gracious smile on my face and a warm pumpkin spice latte.
Our routine refreshes my soul and those kiddos seem to thrive. I’m 100% convinced, and have read countless articles in the area of SAHM’s, that children who have daily steadiness and routine are far more likely to be more capable adults who contribute well to society and personal relationships. I’m no scholar on this subject, but being home with my son for the past 7 years has been for me the most rewarding and fulfilling role I’ve ever had in my life. I cannot imagine anything else, nor would I want too.
Back to class means it’s time to take my little man to get a new assortment of books for autumn at the local bookstore, and our favorite little rummage book store as well. I rummage through his vintage library cart in his bedroom to find JUST the right amount of autumn books.
He loves certain ones (his classics) Little Pea” and Little Nut Brown Hare which his daddy used to read to him quite often, and now a story about a little tree. One for the littles is by my friend in Canada, Miss M, called “HOME”.
Each year one of my dearest friends and I get our our back to school junk out and create our back to school mantels and if you think okay that’s cute… we also help one another on our porches, it’s like the most fun two adult women who love to junk and love & met at a home depot workshop can actually have.
I’d love to show you what hers looks like and if you haven’t, go check out her blog:
tellingbells.blogspot
The only photo from our house is a side shot of our piano. I think my favorite part is the abacus & the “Peachy” folders from the 1980’s.
In the need for good autumn reads? These three have breathed life into me. Seriously good stuff.
And of course what would fall be without my three gents heading back to class.
By the way Gavin seems so stoic here that it’s wrecking my heart. Loves to sit in tree houses like a boy, but too grown to be photographed. Oh how they grow.
Welcome back…I love routine, like a lot.
Wheat Brothers Farms
We have been traveling in Europe for 14 days now and here’s what I have found one must bring along to make the journey all that bearable: Neck pillow, like, seriously a GOOD one. I have done a lot of traveling between cities and in …
Installing a Stock Tank Pool. Stock tank pools are not only cost effective, but quite easy to keep sparkling fresh and clean! The suction from the pump works quite well, so I suggest to turn it off while the kids are swimmin’ round! Growing …
I’m sitting in the garden under my pergola behind the laurel hedges which have grown into a lush abundance this spring and deciding whether or not to have another piece of quiche loraine or a tall glass of lemonade. The savory quiche loraine is quite an impressive dish. If you love it for brunch you’ll enjoy it all day. I’m imaging you sitting here with me in the garden and we are going on about how the first week of our season beginning and so I’ll start the story as if we were already in a conversation of sorts about spring gardens and which starts are taking well to the soil and how the onions seem so full of flavor and how the butter lettuce is quite a beautiful shade of green.
I must also tell you, friend, our friends here in the neighborhood have quite taken a likening to our adventure of Wheat Brothers Farms and many of you all have come to say hello and chat for a bit or just a well-wishers hug and smile. I’m so grateful for y’all my heart could burst.
This little roadside farmstand pays an homage to my great granny whose chicken farming and spirit drove our families roots deep and her where with all to endure when many had less than none to give. I’m blessed to have such a legacy to share with you. So, this week if you’re out and about and need a little place to come and grab a little southern sized portion of my Quiche Loraine or perhaps a hankering for some homemade blackberry pie I’ll be here with some adorable baby chickens who came home yesterday and I would love to introduce you to them and have a little visit. Thank you for making my first week as full and wonderful as I could possibly imagine. The support y’all have shown me has me quite humbled. It’s really good stuff.
I’ll be ‘round the farm from 10–2 (ish) Tuesday–Friday.
Blessings Abundant,
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 …
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 …
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.
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,
