Saturday, October 21, 2017

Chilly Mornings & 13 Bean Soup




The day began like most good novels would, "It was a chilly October morning." I pulled my sweater over my pajamas and slid my feet into my boots. My farmer was about to walk out the door and I was right behind him holding Abbie so she wouldn't run to the truck. It was one of those beautiful moments in life. You know, the ones where you see your husband driving to work and you're holding the kids and saying, "Wave bye to daddy!"
Once the truck was out of sight I let go of Abbie and we went to check the chickens like we do on my days off. 
Hens are still roosting and nodding off while most of the roosters were patrolling around the coops. At night when they roost, most of them get in a tree that's in the pen but the rest congregate in the hen house and the little coop where we shut them up at dark. 

I love my chickens & I love days like today even more. Want to know what makes chilly days like today even better? 

Soup. 

Don't let me lose you right there. I'm not talking about just any old soup. My farmer and I had soup a night or two ago and he HATES soup, but when he ate it he raved on and on about how it was the best thing on the table. It's a 13 bean soup and my husband liked it so much that he begged me to write, "Kevin's Soup for Colds" on my recipe in my little cookbook i'm making. He's been trying to catch a head cold and the soup seemed to make him feel a little better. 😂

It has a nice smokey flavor from the meat. (We got smoked bacon instead of ham hock.) 

Now that I have your attention with the meat comment, let me give you the recipe.  It does take some time to make but once it's made, wow. You will not regret the time and labor put into this. I pinky promise.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

The Rock in the Creek




 I went back to the creek for just a split second, not in person, but in my memories. Sounds odd, I know but sometimes it's nice to escape for just a minute. 

I went back to that rock that I sat on in the middle of the creek and watched the water flowing all the way around me. I listened to the trickle of the water flowing over the dam and the occasional mooing of a cow in the nearby pasture. Just looking at the photo of the creek I can almost feel the chill of the water.

 It was freezing, but that's how we had the most fun.

 Growing up, it was a long ride there. It's much shorter when you're actually driving that 6 hours and trying to stay awake. But we would always make a deal that whoever stayed laying in the water the longest would win. What would we win? I don't remember. The privilege of being able to say we won something I guess. 

It was all so easy and simple back then. Things were so much fun and our imaginations would keep us busy till dinnertime. We would all travel down to the creek and play in the water and the trees. 

When we went back a few months ago, I stood there showing Kevin where "my house" was, where my sister's houses were and my cousins. I showed him the tree over the creek where we used to try to pass over to the other side. It was gone by then, but the memory of my poppy standing on the other side saying, "C'mon! You can do it!" and me holding on for dear life while my cousins all laughed was very much still there. Looking back, that was pretty funny.

Everything was so different but so much the same when we went back. I could still see the spots where we sat on branches and called it our "living room". I could still see the trees at the bottom of the creek bed where our "grocery store" was.

 But you know what the strangest part was? 

My sister stood in the water a few minutes then she wanted to go to the house. She said it was her dog who was cold but it made me think, the older we've gotten, have we lost our imaginations? Have we forgotten what it was like to be thirteen and be an explorer hiking through the forest behind the creek? Or how about when we were cowgirls and Indians hiding behind trees and shooting arrows at each other? Or how about when we would play as moms going to the store to buy milk for our babies (which were usually the youngest kids)? Did we lose that? Or is that just reserved for kids 12 and under like the kid's menu at a restaurant? 

One time, we went hiking behind the creek. 

The forest butts up to the property so we decided to go exploring. We went all the way to the top of the mountain where it got steep and I chickened out. I couldn't do it. I was getting freaked out. I was expecting to find a moonshine still and some crazy mountain men chasing us for finding it. I turned back and my siblings were behind me. So I thought. One of the girls had wandered off and we heard a scream. We ran towards her scream and we all stopped abruptly. She had fallen into a muddy creek bed and couldn't climb back up the side. It was at least 4 or 5 feet down but it seemed like a mile to us. We tried pulling her out and eventually we got her back up.
 It's memories like that that made me laugh when I saw the same creekbed when we went back. 

I was headed back to the house one day and Kevin had hiked up to the top of the hill and was taking photos. I hiked up the side of the steep hill and walked up behind him wrapping my arms around him. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He nodded his head yes and snapped a few more photos. He had never seen a sunset like this. I stood there with him a few moments before walking back towards the house. 

You ever have a moment you wish you could pause and play on repeat for the rest of your life? I have a few, and that is one of them. 

Maybe one of the reasons we don't see things like we used to is because we are growing up and it's time to let our kids (someday, not today) enjoy those memories. When the farmer & I have kids and we all head for a vacation up there I will be sure to take them to the creek and I will sit on my rock in the middle of the creek and listen to the water flowing all the way around me. 


  

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Homemade Chicken Pot Pie

Homemade Chicken Pot Pie 

A Scratch Recipe Project 

Photo Credit: Two Peas & Their Pod.

I would've taken a photo of mine but it was halfway
gone before I remembered to take a photo. 

I went to town last night and bought enough food for a few nights of scratch cooking. Tonight was chicken pot pie night. Originally my plans were to cheat. I had bought two cans of the chicken pot pie stuff and I was going to make the crust homemade and throw the soup in it. But the more effort I put into the crust, the more I thought about it.

'I have all the ingredients in my pantry and fridge to make this entire thing from scratch. So, why am I going to throw an easy and quick can of the stuff in it when I don't have to?' 

I finally talked myself into cooking it completely from scratch and I got out the celery, carrots, garlic, and onion and began the longest process of chopping. When I saw it was going to take a little longer than I anticipated I yelled to the living room. "Kevin!" 

Kevin walked in the same way he usually does, hoping that he doesn't have to do something that involves too much cooking or cleaning. 

"Sit with me." 

He sat across from me and I said, 

"I sure do wish I had some chicken cooked then I could have it made from scratch fully." 

He knew the cue. He walked to the freezer and got out a chicken breast and threw it in the skillet and began cooking that while I sauteed the onions, garlic, carrots, and celery. 

Fast Forward about 45 minutes...

The chicken pot pie was good according to the farmer. I felt like it had too many spices but other than that it was great! He said we should've put more chicken in it than just one breast. But here is the recipe and the entire process!


Tuesday, October 3, 2017

A Vow to be the Proverbs 31 Woman



At our wedding after the ceremony, I had a few people come up to me and tell me how they had loved my vows and had never heard someone talk about the Proverbs 31 woman in the way that I put it. Maybe they were just wanting me to feel good about myself, who knows. But reading back over my vows it really goes along perfectly with the post I just wrote about Homemaking, it explains my views even better than I did in that post. When writing my vows it took me about ten minutes. It was as if the words were just coming. I believe that God gave me the words to say that day. If you weren't at my wedding or just wanted to read what I said, here it is:

The Art of Homemaking

Our Guest Bedroom
The Art of Homemaking


I read a story the other day about an Amish girl who was a newlywed. She was late getting her laundry out and her life was just a mess. Much like mine. And much like me, she looks at every Holly Homemaker and thinks, 'Why can’t I do that?' 'Why can’t I be like that?'
Now, let’s get one thing straight I am no homemaker. I work, come home, I’m exhausted and the housework just gets pushed off a little while longer. The clothes aren’t folded, the floors are a mess, the house needs dusting.
My life is a mess.


But I continued reading and began thinking more about what it was saying. I’ll explain more in a minute but it involves raising babies, honoring God and keeping a pure heart.

'How can you be the perfect homemaker?'


My first thoughts about homemaking are, ‘What would you do at home all day?’ But then I thought about how much slower the pace of life could be. How simple it could be. Being at home all day and having what seems to be all the time in the world. You could do laundry, hang sheets on a line to dry, do work in a garden, care for the animals, clean house, plan and prepare a meal, study in the bible and still have time to rest.


Step One to being a good homemaker is to Honor God in everything you do.


When you’re cleaning or doing chores don’t feel like you’re doing it to keep up with your neighbors or family and friends. Do it for God. Think of God while feeding the animals, think of Him while washing the laundry, think of Him in everything you do and it won’t seem like such a chore.


Step Two to being a good homemaker is to Try your Best.


Try to do good at everything. Try to cook a good meal, try to harvest all the veggies from the garden at the right time, try to get all the work done in a timely manner.


Try.


Step Three to being a good homemaker is to put your heart on the correct path.


Most women don’t like my points of view on this, so if you don’t like your toes to get stepped on, please leave silently and quickly right here…


Y’all gone?


Alright,
Women should be managers of the home,  I know sometimes that isn’t an option for single mothers and all but if it is possible for you then I feel you should go for it. (Even though I haven’t yet…) I feel that we should manage our homes and bring up our families the right way. Now my household is somewhat different than others. I want my home to be joyful, comforting and a place where you can come to be at peace. My farmer & I have a very strict household and it’ll only get more strict once we have children.
It is my job as the woman of the house to make sure that my family is fed, clothed and that they are content. It is my job as the woman of the house to make sure my children know God and the way they should behave and treat others. To be a good homemaker you must have your heart on the right path to raise up a family.


Also, a big argument with the woman staying home is money. (This is my current argument with my husband. My paycheck is for our foods and some bills, it’ll be hard to be without that. But if we don’t eat out as much then we won’t have a problem with it.) I know that it’s hard to survive with only one income. But if the woman is home all day why can’t she find a way to bring in income? Bake & sell cakes, make & sell soaps, pick up pecans or walnuts & sell them, crochet or knit and sell your crafts on Etsy. We have many, many resources for being able to make money from home whether it be Craigslist, Etsy, Facebook, or even blogging!


Just live humbly & happy that is the main goal we should all have. Whether you agree with me or not, I believe we should all live within our means and live for God. I think then and only then will we be genuinely happy.


A blog I was reading, ‘A Virtuous Woman’, said, “Families need women who make home a special place to live, learn & grow”, that right there is how I feel.

Now, I probably won’t be a homemaker forever, just until my children are able to go to school (if we don’t decide to homeschool). Who knows what I’ll do. 😉😉

Monday, October 2, 2017

Tragedy in Las Vegas


I woke up at my usual time. 7:00 a.m.

I leaned over to my nightstand and looked at my phone. All I saw on Facebook was that there was a mass shooting in Las Vegas. It is enough to break your heart. Seeing all these people that are possibly around mine and my husband's age running in fear, the look of desperation and terror all over their faces. 

They went to a Jason Aldean concert. 

They expected to have a good time, listen to good music and be with friends making memories. But instead, a coward who hid in a hotel room high above shot down into the crowd turning what should've been a fun night out, into a traumatizing tragedy. 
I've been to concerts. Do you ever think of someone shooting you while at that concert? Certainly not! That's the last thing you're thinking about. 

When things like this happen, how do we need to respond? 

We need to draw closer to God.

Psalm 34:18 is of comfort in times like this. 
It reads,"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit."

Throughout the next weeks pray for the comfort & healing of those who lost loved ones too soon and the long road that they have before them. Also, pray for those who were injured or had to see everything that took place. I can only imagine the hurt that is in their hearts today. It hurts my heart just to see videos of everything and I wasn't even there in person. So, as we go about our lives this week, let's not forget those whose lives have been flipped completely inside out. 



Monday, September 18, 2017

Introducing: The Lady of the Farm

Many of you have been with me since the beginning. You've seen me grow from a strawberry blond, curly-haired little girl to a rock-loving rebellious teen all the way to the woman I am now. You've been here when I began Lady of the Farm, you've watched it grow from three or four views a month to almost 2,000 views a month. (To most bloggers, that's nothing! But to me, that is amazing!)

Most of you know me on a personal level, you know me because of my family, you know me because I buy stuff from you, you know me because I'm in the same homesteading and farm wife groups as you. But some of you are just now joining us or don't know me on a personal level. So, here's my introduction of myself and how I got to where I am now.

I guess you can say it all began in college.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Our Wedding




You can't see my face good in this photo but I don't think you really need to see my face to see that this is perfect. ❤

 I thought I may go through some of our wedding photos & it seems that the more I go through the photos, the more I find that I don't remember from the first eighty million times I went through them.


Like my dress & boots in black & white. ❤

Funny story about the boots... 
My grandmother told me before the wedding that I was NOT to wear those cowgirl boots with that dress. 
"If you're going to wear a nice dress like that you won't ruin it with boots." 

But I can be a little bit rebellious at times and so I snuck them into my best friend's truck the morning of the wedding and wore out the shoes I was supposed to wear. When I was walking out to the gazebo I had to hold my dress up in the front and grandma saw the boots! She didn't say nothing till later and she whispered, "Didn't I tell you not to wear those boots?" Then I hugged her and told her I had to go dance! She just laughed and shook her head. 


Or this gem of my farmer & I. ❤ Aren't his dimples the cutest? I love it when he smiles. 


Or maybe this one with my dress "fluffed" out.

Many people asked if it was my grandmother's... No. It was not. If you know me personally or just by Lady of the Farm then you know vintage stuff is just my "thing". When I went to buy a dress I told the lady there that I wanted a lacey vintage look but not too vintage. When she brought out this dress, I tried it on and I seriously wouldn't take it off for the longest time.  


I wanted our wedding to be "us" so I added a little bit of sentiment to my bouquet and tied all the grandparent's engagement rings/wedding bands to it. (No I didn't toss this bouquet. I tossed a ball of roses.) 


Then there's this photo of my bridesmaids when Kevin saw me for the first time. 


...and speaking of when Kevin first saw me. ❤❤❤


When I said I wanted our wedding to be "us", I meant that. Some people have sand ceremonies, some have rope tying ceremonies, but since I'm marrying a farmer I thought, "Why not have a tree planting ceremony?" It was a success and unique to the max! It was a lemon tree (Ironic, no?) We planted it in our front yard once the dangers of frost had passed. (Yes, it is still alive and kickin'!) 



Soon we will be able to say we made it a year being married! 
I am so excited to dig into that top part of the wedding cake that they force you to save. Y'all have no idea how long I've been craving that cake! 

But back to the subject! 
My marriage has been so blessed in so many ways. I wouldn't trade it for the world. ❤



Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Making Homemade Tortilla Chips

Making Homemade Tortilla Chips 

I went to the store today to stock up on some random canned goods and some water. No, I wasn't one of the over buyers either. With this hurricane coming through we felt like we should probably grab at least a case of water. Well, I was planning on having Mexican food for supper. Can you say steak tacos?! So I picked up a cup of my favorite salsa in the fruits & veggies section and went to get the rest of the stuff. Cilantro, the steak, tortillas, etc. 

But when I got home I realized I had forgotten something important. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Sweet Tea: A Love Story

The House Wine of the South

Sweet Tea: A Love Story

Sweet tea, the house wine of the South. Few can make it as good as my husband. Here in the South, sweet tea is a statement drink. I can down a gallon of sweet tea in about two days. It's given to children in sippy cups from the time they’re little.
Sweet tea is like a personal drink. You can add mint leaves, lemon and some people even add orange juice. Me? I have my own personal preferences.
When my best friend and I go out we always know what the other will order. Laura orders sweet tea. I order sweet tea with lemon. She always turns her nose up at my lemon, says it messes up the flavor. I like it though!


When I decided to take the reins and start making tea, I called Laura. Laura is my best friend who is completely and utterly Southern to the core. I said, “Laura. You know how to make sweet tea. Teach me.” Yeah, it was that blunt...

Monday, August 28, 2017

Duck Eggs VS. Chicken Eggs

Duck Eggs VS. Chicken Eggs 

Here on the farm we have lots of chickens that lay many, many eggs! But we also have two ducks that lay at least one a day. We collect the eggs daily and we use the chicken eggs all the time, sometimes we have so much that we give them away to family. We haven't given the ducks eggs away yet because so many people prefer chicken eggs since they're just more familiar with them.  One question we always get is, "What's the difference?" 🥚





Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Making of a Southern Farmhouse



The Making of a Southern Farmhouse


When the farmer & I were thinking about getting married we both agreed that a classic Southern farmhouse was the only option for us. Since I had background in design and decorating I told him to get us whatever kind of house he could and I could do the rest. I told him many time that he could buy us a cardboard box and I would have it looking like a farmhouse with some time and paint.

Then I got the call that changed our lives.

Kevin called one day and said, "I just bought us a house." Many women would be upset that they didn't get to see it before he bought it but I knew that however it looked, whatever condition it was in, I could rock it. I've helped contractors & clients in the remodels and renovations of DISASTERS. One of my old clients actually threatened to sue me if I showed her kitchen in any of my portfolios. Anyway, I said, "Okay, when can I come see it?" A couple weeks later the family had moved out and the house was ready for me to see what I was working with.

I walked into a lime green living room.


My stomach did a flip but I took a deep breath and continued my tour through the home. Leaf wallpaper in the kitchen, cabinets falling apart, holes in walls, rotting laundry room floor, holes in ceilings, it was a mess but not nearly as bad as some of the places I've helped redesign. So, I started planning. I spent many days standing in front of the paint section at Lowe's and buying the $3 paint samples (which seriously come in handy when doing crafts or touching up the walls).

Here's a few examples of the transformation the house went through those first few months:

Friday, July 28, 2017

These Boots are Made for Walking....



  I was following the farmer the other day when he was feeding his cows. I went to open the gate for him and under the gate was nothing but a puddle of water. Well, more like a hole.

I had on my boots so I just plowed on through it!

I opened the gate and as I watched the farmer drive the tractor through the gate I felt something on my sock. What...?

My sock felt soggy and wet. But how? The hole wasn't THAT deep!

I looked down at my boot, everything looked normal. So why in the world was my sock wet? I found a spot on the grain bin to sit and I took off my boot and sure enough, right there on the side of my boot was a small worn spot that had turned into a hole.

"Where'd that come from?!"

So after we got home I sat there staring at my boots and thinking about how I will have to buy a new pair. It's kind of sad, to be honest. Me and these boots have been through a lot.

It all began at Belk right after the farmer and I began dating. I had ruined a few pairs of shoes by stepping in poo on the farm so I decided it was time for boots. I found these on sale for 19.99 at Belk.

I saw some boots with lace ribbons on Pinterest and I wanted some like that, but my wallet said, "Naw girl."

What do you do when you can't afford something? Customize it of course! I used my pocket knife to cut some slits around the top. Then I laced a ribbon through the slits all the way around. Gosh. These boots and I have seen so much. From planting season all the way to harvesting season. My boots have seen me walk through fields, through mud, through sand, and of course chicken coops! I'm going to miss them, but of course, until I get a new pair I will just have to keep on wearing them. 😉😍


A Southern Woman's Addiction


As southern women, we have certain things that we can't resist. Things that we just "know" when they're close. The one addiction I have is a Pecan Praline from Savannah.

There's something about the sugary sweet goodness melting away in your mouth that just makes it irresistible. My best friend, Laura and I can go to Savannah and walk down River St. and we know when we get close to pralines.

We can smell them all the way down the street!

So how exactly is a pecan praline made?

Well, I've tried to make them... but... it didn't turn out like I had hoped for.

Here's a recipe I found on the 'All Recipes' website:


Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Ewww, snake!


Sorry but I seriously couldn't stomach a
picture of a snake. I'd rather look at the beach...
I kept telling myself, "Adrian. You need to get your lazy butt up and get something written up for Lady of the Farm, you need to go outside and do something worthy of a good read". So I grabbed on my boots and headed to the coop. I was almost to the coop when I stopped dead in my tracks. 

My heart skipped a beat... a few actually. 

There in the grass was the nastiest, ickiest snake. I stepped back about 5 million steps and watched him. I don't do snakes. It didn't look poisonous (the poisonous ones look mean). 

Then I notice someone else is watching him too. A few someones. My chickens are following this snake! They are following him, watching him very, very closely. The weren't pecking him or anything like that. Just watching closely, very closely. There were at least 10 chickens almost like escorting this snake out of the coop. The snake wasn't bothering them so I didn't do anything. Okay, I didn't do anything out of fear... 

Did I mention I hate snakes? 

It was a black racer this time, so non-poisonous but it sure gave me a startle. Last time I saw a snake it was a water mocassin and I was a lot closer to him. I was fishing and walking by the river when I felt something move under my boot. I jumped so high that I had to look like I was levitating. I did a dance over to my friend Laura who btw is about 100 lbs and 4 feet tall, I jumped into her arms screaming, crying and ended up having a full blown panic attack. Laura took one look at the snake and said it was a mocassin then we headed to get her gun, by the time we got back he had gone down into the river again. Ughhhh. The image of him just grosses me out and makes me shudder.  


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Rosie & Sunni the Ducks

Sunni as a baby 

A lot of the people who have just recently started following my blog (believe me, there are quite a few people who have just jumped on the Lady of the Farm wagon) haven't gotten to see my animals grow up.

Sunni for example has my favorite story so far.

I have to begin with her mom's story though.


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Herbal Tea & PCOS


Photo Credit: Doctors Health Press
The girls at work swear by this stuff.

I don't know if it'll work or not, but I have to try. I feel awful.

I've started on some new medicine for my ovarian cysts.
 (Gotta get my body ready for little farmhands in the YEARS to come, right? 😂)

Friday, June 30, 2017

A Walk with Perty the Cat

So as y'all know, me and the cat, "Perty" enjoy taking walks around the farm. Perty is becoming my little farm buddy, she likes to follow me all over the farm. She tags along perfectly. 
Here are some photos from today's adventures: 

It just stopped raining so Perty and I decided to go outside and walk around the fields and the yard. While outside it began to rain again so I ran to the corn patch. I don't really know what I expected to accomplish since corn stalks are not the best shelter but it was better than nothing and I didn't feel like giving up on our little adventure yet. 


I looked around in the corn, 'Where is Perty?' 

That's when I saw her running back to the house to get out of the rain, "Perty!" 
She swung around as soon as she heard her name. She couldn't see me in the corn but she meowed a few times and it was almost like we were playing "Marco Polo: Cat Edition".  She finally found me and we waited out the rain in the corn. 


While we were stuck in the corn patch I decided to snap a photo of some corn I saw. Ha! You'd be amazed at how intriguing it is to someone like me to actually see food growing and developing right in the backyard. 


The rain finally stopped and Perty and I decided to resume our little walk by walking through the peanut field. Blossoms are beginning to form on the plants and with the honey bees being right across the road from our home, the plants are flourishing all over our yard... except for my poor rose bush. 😒


The rows may be a little crooked but I'm to blame for that one. When hubbs was planting I was on the tractor just a talking and then he looked back and went, "Ugh! Adrian! Shhh. Look what you made me do.." But don't they look pretty either way? 😂😍


Perty and I then walked to the chicken coop where I noticed our figs are starting to change to the brown color. (Is that how you would word that?) Because curiosity got the best of me I picked some off the tree and split them open. A couple was ready to eat and SO sweet! Some others were not so sweet and kind of bitter. I threw those to the chickens and then looked up how to tell when figs are ready to pick. 

I'm not much of a fig person but I can't help but try it. I mean, I've watched this tree since it was completely bare in the winter till now and it almost feels like I just have to try some figs, just because it's our tree. 


We also found some honeysuckle on our walk. I love honeysuckle. I love the smell of it and I love the taste of it. Honeysuckle is the sweetest tasting thing you'll ever have in your life. 
 I had always heard things about how it was sweet and you could actually taste it but I had never been shown how to. Heck, I thought you actually ate it. Haha! Thank God I didn't try that...

But then I asked my husband one day if he had ever tried it and do you actually eat the flower... after laughing a few minutes he finally showed me how you try honeysuckle. So I'll have to show y'all one day how honeysuckle nectar is eaten. 


Finally, when the walk was over I went back to my living room and Perty went back to her spot on our front steps. Back to the reality of being a wife and having wife duties to tend to. 

New adventures await us this weekend. 


Thursday, June 29, 2017

God's Blessings


I have a million different ideas for a new post on my mind but not a single one can form itself enough to place itself on this screen. Ugh! Anyway, tomorrow the farmer heads on over to Waycross to work at the farmer's market. I kind of miss working at the market, I used to work with them all the time. I love it when people come up and I begin talking to them on a different level besides, "Hey, how are you? Want some fruit?" Haha! 😂😂😂

So the other day I got to talking to this woman and almost the whole time we talked I just nodded and said yes and looked for a way out of the conversation then she said something that kind of stuck with me. Then it just so happened to show up in my bible study. "God's blessings are connected to our obedience."

Coincidence? Maybe. Do I think so? Nah. I like to think that God sends me small little messages like this that may look like a coincidence to an unbeliever but with a little faith, it is almost like a letter being sent by the Lord himself.

Let that sink in. 😚

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Sunday on the Farm








Sunday on the Farm 

I've fallen behind showing y'all my photos from around the farm so now I have to catch up. 

These are some photos from one of my "Sundays around the Farm". I lost my camera about a week ago and I looked all over our house, all over the yard, and even in the coop thinking it may have fallen out of my pocket when I was working with the chickens. 

Then today I was sitting on the couch and I got this feeling to push back the couch. So I put my feet on the coffee table and push back the couch and there it sits. My pretty little Canon Powershot sitting right there. 

So here are a few photos that I never got the chance to post.

I took a walk around the farm one Sunday afternoon, the farm is so beautiful at sunset. Ponds, pathways, and sunsets are the perfect combination. 
 

On my walk, I got to see this lovely one. She was so curious about me. 



Earlier that day it had begun to rain, and after the rain passed the sun peeked through the clouds and shone down on the field in front of our little homestead. It looked almost like a little sliver of Heaven was coming down to the field. 


After the sun came back out, there was almost like a misty fog lingering in the air. It was beautiful to look out on. 


Of course, my farmer brings home whatever veggies he can find me! 


and I turn them into something new! Like my famous dill pickles! 


and tomatoes, well let's not even get started on how good my tomato pie is! Every time my husband brings me something, I do whatever I can to use every bit of it! 


So that's how Sundays on the Farm go! 😉 ENJOY! 


Saturday, June 17, 2017

Homemade Blackberry Jalapeno Jelly


Homemade Blackberry Jalapeno Jelly

Southern Goodness on a Biscuit

The smell of freshly made biscuits fills the kitchen this morning. I opened the fridge and looked for the jelly. Some people use grape jelly but here on the Walker Farm, we use blackberry jalapeno jelly. 

Yes, you read that correctly. Blackberry Jalapeno Jelly. 

It's the perfect mixture to wake you up in the morning and get you going. It's just the right amount of sweet and spicy to really get you woken up. 
The best part about it? It's so easy to make! 

Want to learn how to make it? Just follow the directions below! 😁

Monday, June 12, 2017

Smells of the Farm

Today the farm has had a familiar smell to it. Ever since I was little I've associated smells with places. Like my pediatrician's office when I was little smelled like skunk. My dentist office smelled like minty gum. My school smelled like peach candy. My yard smelled like honeysuckle. My family's mountain house in North Carolina was no exception to this "smell memory" I had.
The farm in North Carolina is beautiful. It has a little cottage on top of a hill, a big red barn, a creek in the back yard, and plenty of places to explore. It has a peculiar smell to it. Possibly the smell of wild flowers and cow poop mixing but it's the smell that I have always associated with the farm in North Carolina. 

Today when I was feeding and watering the chickens I smelled "that smell". That smelly smell. The kind of smell that you smell in North Carolina. I took it in. Deep Breath. 

Maybe I was breathing in cow poop and God knows what but it took me back to North Carolina. It took me back to right after the rain falls and the mist is still lingering in the hills. It's so beautiful up there after the rainfall. 

Y'all tell me I ain't the only one that associates these smells with some place or time in your life! 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

From a Local: What is there to do in South Georgia?



Photo Cred: Ga Grown Trail 41 
The farmer is at the Wiregrass Farmer's Market this morning and since I decided to stay behind today I have gotten so much work done around the house. I managed to mop around the kitchen and the entryway to our home which was covered in so much dirt from being tracked in that my dustpan had a pile of sand! We live on a farm, not the beach! 

Okay, so here goes my newest post. 

What is there to do in this area? 

As most of you know, I work in a hotel (my "town job"), I'm the assistant head housekeeper. I check rooms, put them in as clean and I even clean rooms a few days. It's really not as bad as people think. I can tell someone I clean in a hotel and they go, "Ooooh." and I usually get that look. You know, "that look". But honestly, it's quite an interesting job. Anyway, when I strike up a conversation with a guest that will be in Tifton a little while they usually end up asking me, "So what is there to do around here?" To which my reply is a blank stare and usually a long silence before I say, "There are a lot of restaurants around here.." 

I know, I know. Good job promoting tourism Adrian... 😒 Yeah, I know. 
My excuse is that I live at that hotel and when I leave the hotel I come to a farm in the middle of nowhere. 

So I've asked around and here are a few of the interesting things to do in and around Tifton, Ga. 

Friday, June 9, 2017

Romanticizing Life

One night the farmer and I were riding backroads up to one of his farms. We came up to the railroad tracks. The train was coming through.

"Wanna know something?"

He looked over at me. "What?"

"I love trains. They're so romantic."

Kevin looked at me like I had done fell off the wagon and bumped my head a few times.

"Why do you say that?", he asked.

"I don't really know. I picture a train in the 1920s with hobos living in one of the cars and hopping on and off, taking life one step at a time. I have always romanticized things in life like that. That's just my thing."

When I was younger I romanticized a hippie-like lifestyle. I wanted to buy a Volkswagen van, wear elephant pants all the time, do yoga, sell art out of my hippie van and travel all up and down the east coast. Then after traveling awhile, I wanted to live in a gypsy caravan in a field somewhere with friends all around me all the time.
Then when I began dating my farmer and things began to "get real", I began to romanticize farm life. (I adapt to my surroundings quite easily.) Which to a certain extent I still do.
I don't really mention the struggles that I face. The struggle of keeping a clean home while working a town job and balancing farm life, or maybe the small struggle of getting the smell of chemicals out of everything the farmer touches. (Which is my current struggle.) But anyway, I've always romanticized everything, I think that's what makes life more interesting. 😁  What do y'all think?

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

THE COOP: " Where the Green Grass Grows"


Today I was feeding the chickens and I noticed them doing something odd. Which isn't actually out of the ordinary for them but anyway, it struck me as kinda odd. 

The chickens were stretching their tiny little necks through the holes in the fence as far as they could reach. Some looked like they were seriously struggling. I stood there watching them, then I realized that the reason these chickens were trying so hard to reach through the gate was that they wanted the long green grass. 

But there's one thing they must not realize... There is grass just as good, if not better, on the other side of the tree INSIDE their own pen. They're trying so hard to get what? One strand of grass? When they have an entire pen full. The front part of their pen is mainly dirt now, but it was once green lush grass. 

It got me to thinking... 

Do we ever think the grass is greener on the other side when in reality we don't see the green grass on our own side? 







Friday, May 26, 2017

Heat Stroke in Chickens

It's getting hot here in South Georgia. The heat is sticky, making everything including your clothes feel as if they're stuck to your body. 
So it's no surprise that these feathered babies are getting a little hot too. 

Okay, so before I tell you what happened, let me begin with why I was there... 

**We changed the locks on our house**

7:00 AM yesterday- The farmer tells me, "Adrian, I left the new key on your key chain." I mumble "okay" and then roll over.
4:00 PM- I come home from work and realize that the key is no where to be found on my key chain.

*RING, RING*

"Hey Sweetie!" "Kevin, didn't you tell me that you put the new key on my key chain?" "No, it's on your key THING." "Oh." "You're locked out, huh?" "Yup." "Well, I won't be home till about 7:00." "It's okay. I'll just sit out here and smolder to ash while I sit in the sun, it's fine."

>>10 minutes later<<

I'm sitting in the chicken coop and I notice that one chicken is huddled in the corner of the coop so I go get him and something isn't right. Something is seriously wrong. His feathers are fluffed out, he is acting lethargic and he can't stand or walk. I stood him up and he stumbled around like a drunkard then plopped back down.

I immediately began to think, "What could be causing this?" He was acting like he may be trying to cool himself off with his feathers spread like they were. "What if this chicken was having a heat stroke?"  I ran and grabbed my phone and looked up the symptoms of heat stroke in chickens.

THE SYMPTOMS: 

Panting

Wings held from body

Not Eating or Drinking

Diarrhea

Droopy acting - Lethargic

It will seem disinterested

Seizures

Death

WHAT TO DO: 

  1. Cool down the bird. Place them in cool (NOT FREEZING) water. Rub it into their feathers, under the wings, and on the head. 
  2. Try to get them to drink water. You can put electrolytes in the water if you have them. Pedialyte is good for this! 
  3. Keep them away from the other birds until they're acting normal again. Keep them in a shady, breezy area. 
So what happened to my chicken? 

I placed him in the cool water and he seemed to be doing better. He was drinking a little bit of water and seemed to actually be getting a little cold, he started shivering so I took him out and sat him on a towel that I just happened to have in the trunk of my car. I couldn't take him inside because I was locked out so I sat there on the towel with him. Then I was holding him and his head tilted back. I thought it was strange so I just kept an eye on him. He did it again and ended up having a seizure. I placed him on the ground and he took his last breath with the last of the seizure. 

It was heartbreaking. I began reading where others had similar experiences with heat strokes and the only way to really prevent any of this from happening to your flock is by prevention. Make sure your feathered friends have plenty of: 
Water
and
Shade 

I got all my facts from Raising Happy Chickens, the advice she gives is great. I wish it could've worked out differently for my baby but I think I got to her too late. 😢