Being Neighborly

Stopped by a roadside vegetable stand last weekend and met up with Mary Lee, owner of Lindrock Farm. After buying vegetables and three jars of her honey (she’s a beekeeper), she offered a tour of her place. Flower gardens, vegetable gardens, fresh herbs, beehives, pecan trees, blackberry bushes, her cute young chickens…I was a little overwhelmed not only by her beautiful, 80-odd acres, but by the warm hospitality shown to a stranger. By the time I left, Mary Lee had shown me how to improve our tomato garden next year, how to fry up her fresh-picked eggplant so Adrian D’Avanzo would eat it (which he did) and pointed out the way to nearby Chimney Peak mountain summit for a fall picnic. Oh, and then she gave us the name of a great local massage therapist, her cousin Barbara, who owns another
farm down the road and who we then
spontaneously called up to say hello. 
Read more about Mary Lee’s beekeeping here.

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Mike’s To-Do List…Part 6

Last weekend, Mike got the burning desire to fix up his “man space,” aka the garage and tool shop. And let me tell you, he took this project very seriously; therefore, of course, so did we. So instead of lazing around sunning in 90-degree weather, enjoying the last remnants of summer-like days, we all had to pitch in to help Dad clean/patch/prime/paint the garage. 

The garage door opener’s still busted, however. 
Maybe that’ll be his Christmas present. 

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Buyer’s Remorse-less

Buyer’s RemorseThe feeling of regret after a purchase. It is frequently associated with the purchase of higher value items such as a car or house. It may stem from a sense of not wishing to be wrong, of guilt over extravagance, or from feeling that one has been persuaded by a salesman. (Wikipedia)

When Mike and I bought the farm last year, we suffered from weeks of anxiety, accompanied by frequent bouts of sheer panic, followed by so many thoughts and reactions like:

Oh God, what have we done?

We don’t know the first thing about running a farm.

Alabama? What?!

The horses will surely die under our care.

Let’s Google “rattlesnakes.”

We’re gonna go broke fixing up this dump.

Do you think there are wild boars out here?

Mike, wake up! What’s that noise??

Today, we still suffer from a little heartburn. And whenever something goes wrong, which happens a lot, Mike and I usually scowl at each other like it’s the other one’s fault.
 
But then a day like today comes along, when the sun lights up the pastures where horses graze peacefully, when bluebirds fly casually by and crows caw loudly overhead, when Adrian and his friends run barefoot all around, talking a-mile-a-minute, happily arguing over what to do next—play Xbox LIVE, swim, hit the creek, or take target practice with Airsoft artillery—when Mike’s off working quietly away on one project or another, when the dogs lie snoozing under rays of sunshine, and here I sit drinking coffee on the deck, gazing out at the land, reading and writing this note—somehow knowing that all will be well. That all the worry and frustration and fear matter nothing in the face of such happiness in this glorious place.

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Ellie ‘n’ her farm toys

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Snapshots

More cute houses from the ‘hood.

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