This is what I love about Green Hill Farm: It’s 5:30–late afternoon; the sun is streaming across the field, all of the sheep are grazing in the paddock on the hill, and the chickens are venturing out of the aviary to free range. The chickens like this time of day, too. The sun is starting to lay lower in the […]
I would like to thank Karen, author of Fill Your Own Glass, for nominating me as well as A Momma’s View for choosing the theme, “Keep Believing” for this challenge. I happily accept this activity of inspiration; however, I do so with a slight modification. Due to commitments and general busyness on the farm, I am going to post all three quotes at […]
Originally posted on fourth generation farmgirl:
With the arrival of fall, my thoughts turn to cool, crisp mornings, fields full of pumpkins, the smell of a crackling fire and the taste of hot apple cider. This time of year often causes us to reflect on happy times. It’s always interesting to me how our senses ignite memories. Memories that take…
You know how you hear a song, and it takes you right back to a time and place? We’ve all experienced it. Well, the other night, Farmguy and I were watching a film called, The Proposal, starring Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. There’s a funny scene where the characters sing “It Takes Two,” by Rob Base and DJ E Z […]
Just a little reminder from the FACE foundation that October is Adopt-A-Shelter-Dog Month. If you’re thinking about adding a pet to your family, please consider visiting your local animal shelter. Thanks!! 🙂
Originally posted on jimmy lou:
“I’m making a list of soft things so I don’t go mad. This is what I wait for. Gray light before the sun rises. Waking up at the lake. Musty smoke from a campfire thick in your hair, on your skin, shaken from your sweater. Earth under your fingers. Green things growing. The sound of blueberry pancakes sizzling, crackling in a buttered skillet. Laughter, when you are incandescently happy. Finding a relic. Freckles. Grilled peaches and sweet corn and watermelon juices running down your skin. Light falling through tress on a pathway empty of anyone but you. Hearing the waves. Waking to a quiet house. Coffee stains. Lipstick marks on a cup. Your spot. Being recognized. Shadows. Alignment, like stars, alignment like sacred. Wonder and thinking you are something bigger and I don’t know, that somehow it will be alright. Being okay. Eating all the raspberries from the patch and going through the day with red fingers. Belief an iron rod in your spine. Someone’s touch on your hand, a someone who might be more than an anybody, a someone who might be a somebody, who might be yours. Beginnings. Not endings. Maybe endings sometime. Words like honeysuckle and diaphanous. Smells stirring a memory deep in your mind like a stick in thick muddy banks, stirring up the water. Mud under your toes and you are five. Clear water. Green water. Blue water. Gray water…
Olive and Finn are a part of our menagerie of critters on Green Hill Farm. These sweet kitties were born in 2012 in our 150-year-old barn. Today, they continue to live in the barn, enjoying a special room in a restored area. Their space is complete with windows, air conditioning, heat, and plenty of toys—a regular Kitty Ritz. I was […]
Originally posted on Edwina's Episodes:
Today I am so excited as I will be conducting my first ever blog interview. as part of the Writing 101 course. I will be chatting with the lovely Tonya, or Fourth Generation Farmgirl, as many of you know her, and am thrilled that she has agreed to take part. Ever since I first…
Looks like the sheep are enjoying a little rest and relaxation–especially Hamish, who appears to be catching up on his beauty sleep. 🙂
My name is Tonya, and I grew up on a 300-acre farm in rural Virginia that has been in my family for over 100 years. After graduating from college, receiving my master’s degree in speech and language pathology, and living and working in a small city for six years, I decided to return to the place of my childhood. Here, in this rural area, on this patch of green, where for four generations my family has farmed, gardened, and lived, I, too wanted to be a part of this continuity. As a fourth generation farmgirl, I have many interests that not only include, but also go beyond the basics of farming, gardening, sheep and chicken-keeping. It is all of this and more that I plan on sharing in this blog.
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