Monday, March 29, 2010

The Dream Continues

We had a fabulous weekend at our mountain property. A little work, a lot of pleasure.


I love the drive into our property. Once you go through a locked gate, we have a fabulous little road that you go about 3/4 of a mile (slowly) on before reaching our cabin site about 10 minutes later.



We worked on putting on the house wrap. I do not like heights, I think I got dropped off to many pyramids as a high school cheerleader.


But, for this man, I will do just about anything. So, I climbed up, hung on for dear life and helped as much as I could while whimpering a bit (o.k. a lot). But, we got the house wrap on and the top window in.


Then, there was the fun. Not much can beat this. They were so excited about heading down to the pond to fish.


Oh wait, there is something that can beat that. Their dad taking them fishing (and mom getting to sit on the porch and read).



But wait, this is a close tie.... our well is being dug and we will have water on the property!!!! We do not know how lucky we are to turn on a faucet and water come out, the things we take for granted. If you had to fill barrels with water and take them 3 1/2 hours away to be able to wash up or shower, you would have a deeper appreciation for the water system in your home.


Things are coming right along and I hope we are able to spend our first Thanksgiving in the woods at Rockwell this year.

Happy Spring,
The Park Wife

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Digging Up History

Alright, I am done being grumpy, the sun is shining and Spring is in the air.

We had an extraordinary experience yesterday. The state archaeologist is at our park with some graduate students from one of the college's digging behind one of the historical homes.

They have found an old fireplace underground and are digging to figure out if it was a kitchen, smoke house, slave quarters or something else. So far, they believe it is from the 1830s.

A new friend from MOPS (who also homeschools her kiddos) brought her wonderful children over to hang with the Buckaroos for the day.

The cool part? The archaeologist (in the overalls), who is extraordinary with kids, let the Buckaroos and their friends come sift with them. He explained the process to them and then...


set up their very own screen. They found lots of brick, pottery, square nails, a door hinge, and bones and teeth from a hog. I love homeschooling!

Boys and dirt, a great combination. I am trying to tell my washing machine that.

Let me tell you how much I love these boys personalities. Little Buckaroo put the hat and bandanna on as soon as he woke up because of course you have to dress the part.

No dinosaur bone finds for my little paleontologist, but I think he might be broadening his career path and archaeology could be his target. He is 7, I am sure it will change 748 times before his college years.

Be still my heart. My new friend has a little girl too and she was not too big into digging in the dirt, it would get into her cute sandals. But, she loved the flowers.

The sun is shining, my garden is growing, and I am going to focus on my blessings.
The Park Wife

Monday, March 22, 2010

Seriously?

Watch out, a grumpy post.

It snowed on the first day of Spring in the South. Seriously? Bitterly. I hope my garden survives.

The Bachelor, Kate Without the 8, a Baywatch Babe, and 90210's Shannen Doherty (she scares me) on Dancing With the Stars? Serious. Oh yea, and they even have Buzz Aldrin, you think he will do the Moonwalk?

New statistics say that our children's life span is 10 years less than ours. Why? Because of fast food and processed food being the main diet in America. Sad. Did anyone see Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution last night? He shows up in Huntington, W. Va. – which is the unhealthiest city in the country according to the CDC – with plans to overhaul their deep-fried, over-processed diets. They were not too welcoming. The school lunch ladies were mean, reminds me of elementary school. Oh, be sure I will be blogging more about Jamie Oliver's quest and our food system.

Health care bill gets the votes. Really? I am sure you can imagine how I feel about that one.

And then:
I am in awe of the Mennonites in our area, with that said, one of the young ladies that was at our park festival selling baked goods this past weekend drove up in her black MINI Cooper. Seriously? Yes, with lots of chrome.

I am going bed until Spring. No, not when the calendar says, but when it is not snowing and is sunny and warm (some morals, values and integrity in America would be nice too).

May God Bless America,
The Park Wife

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Dirty Work and Dirty Fun

I have been a little busy lately because at long last, the sun has been shining!

About a month ago, I started planning this seasons garden for my family and for me to sell at the farmers' market.

I love to sit and imagine the bounty. I have come a long way in the past few years, I started with a black thumb now I sell at a farmers' market. At the beginning of the season, I always envision my garden looking as beautiful and productive as Barefoot Contessa's. I am often barefoot in the garden, but that is about as far as the comparisons go.
That's Ina's garden, not mine. I knew you might be wondering, haha.

Anyway, I got a call from our postmaster (yes that happens in really small towns), well it is a lady so I guess she is our postmistress (sounds a little raunchy to me) to tell me some sweet little things that I ordered arrived from:




I have spent the past week tilling and planting. I love the smell of freshly turned dirt. I know, my old friends and my family are wondering what happened to the Southern Belle that I was 10 years ago? Even though I find it important to have my toenails painted the entire Summer (without chips ladies), I spend an enormous amount of time scrubbing the dirt stains on my feet. Priorities people. Is Southern Belle Farmer an oxymoron?

The garlic, a few varieties of lettuce, spinach, arugula, carrots, and onions are in the ground. I started my herbs indoors a while back and they are popping up. I need to get on the tomatoes soon. As you can see by the seed catalog, I am trying my hand at heirloom varieties this year.

I better go soak my feet, they are filthy (but have a very pretty pink polish on them),
The Park Wife
aka The Southern Belle Farmer



Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Got Wheels, Let's Ride

We went to our land in the mountains this past weekend. It was a beautiful weekend! I think maybe Spring is on the way. Jonquils are blooming everywhere and I did not have to thaw my toes out by a fire.

As we drove up our road, Little Buckaroo asked if he and his brother could ride their wheels to the cabin. We let them out, took their wheels off the trailer and told them we would see them at the cabin. They thought they were so grown up.



I kept asking Big Buckaroo to not leave them too far behind, I still wanted to be able to see them. After reminding me that unless a deer or turkey ran out and knocked them over, they would be fine. There is no traffic on our road. Oh wait, are there bear in these parts?

I remember riding my bike all over our town when I was a kid. I would stay gone riding with my friends all day. Oh, how times have changed.

They showed up a minute behind us with huge smiles on their faces. Independence Day! I am so glad they have a place where they can run wild and explore.

Dreading drivers license age,
The Park Wife

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Dirt Under My Nails

I had a blast at our state's farmers' market conference. It got me excited about the year ahead. I have already tilled my garden since getting back and ordered the remainder of my seeds.

On Friday, the meeting was for farmers' market managers and Saturday was targeted more toward farmers. It was informative and I met many wonderful people.

I had a funny thing happen to me at lunch on Saturday. Before I tell you this, I must preface it in case you are a new reader. I grew up in the deep South, I was taught all the "right" things to do and to wear. If you don't understand where I am going with this, Google Southern debutante.

Since I was in the big city, I had my face on (meaning make-up and hair fixed). That would be in contrast to the pony tail and yoga pants that I usually am wearing in the garden, oh the glamour.

ANYWAY, I was checking my email on my laptop and an older gentleman came and sat down with me. Here is what happened next:

Older farmer: "hi, what are you doing here?"

The Park Wife: with a confused look on my face, I said, "oh, I am just checking my email." (I did not think he would get the whole "I am a blogger thing" so I left it alone)

Older farmer: "no, I mean what are you doing at the conference, are you a reporter?"

The Park Wife: with a little giggle and a smile "oh no sir, I am a farmer".

Older farmer: "really?.....a farmer?"

The Park Wife: "Yes sir, I am a farmer, I cleaned out the dirt from under my nails before I came to town."

It took a few minutes but he finally believed me. Isn't it amazing how we stereotype and judge people? I ran into that a few other times this weekend, but all in all, everyone was very accepting and kind. The main reason was the connection we have that comes from being passionate about fresh, healthy, seasonal foods, and fostering a sense of community through our farmers' markets.

We are getting ready for our first farmer's meeting for our farmers' market and I will keep you posted on the progress of our garden. Even if you live in the city, grow something for your family. Grab a pot, some soil and some seeds and show your kids where their food comes from!

Buy Local, Buy Fresh: Support Your Local Farmers Markets,
The Park Wife