Snow Day

Acrostic poetry by Tonya R. Hengerer “Snow” Softly falling– Not a sound, Only Whirling, whirling to the ground.   “Winter” When Icy, cold weather Naturally interrupts The warmth Enjoyed upon Earth Radiated by the sun.   “Shovel” Something with which one Heaves snow Out of the way; a Very useful, Everyday tool–mostly Languishing in a shed until winter.  

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A Surprise and an Honor

I started my blog, Fourth Generation Farmgirl about 2 1/2 years ago.  It was the tenth anniversary of moving back to my ancestral home at Green Hill Farm.  Green Hill Farm: A Retrospective  Green Hill Farm includes the main house, a cottage, a big barn, pastures, and many outbuildings.  After some research at our local county courthouse and public library, Farmguy […]

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An Afternoon With My Favorite Bubbly Blogger

I’m fortunate to be a member of my local book club–The Friday Book Club.  This wonderful band of readers was established in 1935. And, this year, I have the privilege of being president. As such, I thought it would be fun and festive to ask Becky Ellis, author of The Bubby BEE to speak to all of us about sparkling wines and Champagne for the holidays.  We enjoyed Becky’s presentation, and of course, her sparkling personality.  Many thanks, Becky! , One of the best things about blogging is meeting fun people who share the same interests. At first glance Tonya, author of fourthgenerationfarmgirl.com, and I could not seem more different…she lives on a farm complete with chickens and sheep. I get nervous if I get too far from a city sidewalk. But we both love […] via Size Matters When Drinking Bubbles + A Sip Of English Bubbly — BubblyBEE.com

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Green Hill Farm: A Retrospective #3 — Faith

This is the third and last of the Retrospectives on restoring my family’s home.  Have a wonderful weekend! 🙂 Looking back on the experience of saving my family’s homeplace, I’ve realized that not only was it a gesture of love, but more importantly, it was an act of faith. Faith, or wearing my rose-colored glasses as I like to say, sustained us through difficult times and propelled us forward. I don’t know where we would have been without it. At the beginning of this journey, shortly after my parents offered us the homeplace, my mom and I took a walk through the house. I remember walking through the dark, dimly lit downstairs hallway, the musty smell of rooms left undisturbed for too long, and cobwebs carefully covering yesterday’s treasures. I remember slowly climbing the stairs, counting each one as I went up. It made me think of Granddaddy. He once shared a story of the time his Grandmother Rieley visited when he was just a boy; she asked, “John, how many steps are there?” He quickly replied, “16!” He told me that he knew the answer because of the many, many times he had carried firewood up these very same stairs. So, after climbing all 16 steps and arriving at the top, I began to look around. Metal and plastic buckets, and maybe even a pot or two, sat strategically placed to catch any drips of water. I glanced around […]

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Beautiful Eggs!

A few weeks ago, we collected our first egg from the new chickens or pullets.  It was quite exciting as we weren’t expecting eggs for another month or two! Today, our hens are laying an abundance of lovely, multicolored eggs for us to share and enjoy.  We find most of the eggs in the nesting boxes, but a couple of the hens are […]

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