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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Got Tenacity?

  This sunflower inspires me.  I’ve planted these cheerful blooms in my garden a number of times, and they haven’t come up–maybe, because the birds ate the seeds.  I really don’t know.  But, two summers ago, this little sunflower sprung up in our backyard of its own volition.  It didn’t just grow….it thrived.  To my surprise and joy, it bloomed […]

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And Then There Was Bizou

For those of you who follow this blog, you may remember Maud.  Maud was our beloved bluetick hound dog, who became ill in July 2015 due to an autoimmune disorder.  I wrote a number of posts about her illness as well as her progress, and finally her passing on April 8, 2016.  It was a joy to know Maud.  She […]

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Warm Woolly Sheep

  Quiet, cold, and crystal clear.  This is the Green Hill Farm I woke up to on Saturday morning–the first snowfall of the season.  And, there’s nothing like the serene beauty of the country when it’s blanketed with snow.  All of the hustle and bustle and noise just seem to stop.  I breathed in the peaceful views while realizing that […]

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Life Lessons

  As a child, I don’t think I ever considered what life as an adult was like. The main point that I understood as a child was that adults were in charge, and that I was not.  So, I basically tried to do what I was told and stay out of trouble.  I guess I was so ensconced in my own day-to-day activity that I didn’t really give it much thought.  My childhood days were spent running around the family farm, visiting Grandma and Granddaddy Rieley who lived next door; and, of course, my favorite pastime….rescuing any willing barn cats that were need of some tender loving care. I suppose if I really think about it, the thing that I most associated with being an adult was being busy.  I grew up on a farm, and all of the adults around me were always busy doing something:  Busy planting a garden, getting-up hay, watering the garden, mowing the grass, weeding the garden, picking vegetables, picking black raspberries, making jam or preserves, fixing a fence, painting the front porch or a shed roof, snapping beans, husking corn, canning beans, making a cobbler, repairing the tractor, planting flowers, pruning and grafting fruit trees, cleaning out the barn—-you get the picture.  There is always something to do on a farm! I have so many fond memories of watching as well as helping my parents and grandparents perform these everyday activities.  I especially loved holding […]

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