Spring Broke

Is it possible for me to love a picture any more than I love this one? I really don’t think so. I took it when my daughter blew a triple bubble. I didn’t have my reading glasses. And when I downloaded the photos this morning, I couldn’t believe it.

There’s my magical farm reflected in the bubble….

And so I sang, “….wohoho, it’s magic, you know….never believe it’s not so…”

 “So how would you describe your spring break so far?” my husband asked me.

I answered before I thought about it, “Not magical, definitely not magical.”
We had been at our Mountain Farm for about 3 days when he asked me that question. 3 days of no indoor plumbing (surprise!), 3 days of fixing and cleaning, 3 days of weeding and mowing and weed-eating, 3 days of working from sunup to sundown, 3 days of ladybugs and mice, and 3 nights of no sleep (the neighbor’s new dog barks constantly, but only at night)—-so, yes, those words, “not magical” fell right out of my mouth before my brain could stop them.
As soon I said those words, I regretted it. I wished I could take them back.
“Magical” is the word I have always used when describing our farm and my time at our mountain farm. “Magical” is the first word I uttered when the real estate agent took us here.
I wanted to change my answer to “okay” or “fine” or “could be worse” or anything other than “not magical.” I don’t want to be a fair-weathered steward to this old farm. I love it: the good, bad and ugly. I love it unconditionally. Of course it needs attention. It is an old farmhouse. With old everything.
But when hubby posed that question last week, well, I was less than charmed by the whole situation. Night had fallen and I had just gotten back to the house from getting 2 pots of water from the outdoor faucet in the side yard. One for coffee in the morning. One for the tea kettle now.
I had made that trek to the outdoor faucet many times since we arrived. It gives me the heebie-jeebies in general because the outdoor faucet is in a very “snakey” spot (to me). Believe me; I didn’t like it in the daylight, but I hated it in the dark. In my mind’s eye, snakes lurked in the grass, waiting to… (Remember me? I’m the one with the weird, debilitating snake phobia thing…)
So back to the night my husband asked me that question. I had just seen the quote for a much-needed new roof and then I headed off down that snakey trek for water. I had just finished pouring water into the tea kettle and put it on the woodstove to heat when he asked me that question.
Now I should be clear. It’s not that I heated water on the woodstove because our stove was broken. No indeed, my beautiful 1950’s GE stove was fine and dandy. It’s just that I enjoy heating water on the woodstove for our tea. (My latest favorite tea is Numi’s Gen Mai Cha Toasted Rice Green. Wonderful. Peace in a cup. Tell me you’ve discovered it too. If you haven’t, do. Find it and discover it.)
There had been a slow and steady fire going in the woodstove since we arrived. I had brilliantly filled the woodstove with kindling before we left last time, so all I had to do was strike a match to have a nice, soothing fire.
Now I should be clear. It’s not that I kept a fire in the woodstove because our heater was broken. Our old oil heater still works like a charm. It’s just that I enjoy a fire in the woodstove. I like to sit with it at night. I like to stare at it and think. I like to sit in my special low-to-the-ground-fire-watching chair and just watch the fire.
But I must say, this no indoor plumbing thing had become a drag. No indoor plumbing meant no toilet. I have often kidded about a certain Tidy Cat cat litter bucket I have at our farmhouse. I have used for many, many things at the farm. If you’ve got a cat and a litter box, then you no doubt know about those Tidy Cat yellow buckets and the many uses of them. Well, mine now has another use.
This spring break trip had turned out to be very much not what we had hoped for. I guess I was feeling a bit grumpy about it. What we had dreamed of was a relaxing week at our farm, filled with short day trips and hiking and exploring and general goofing around. But when we arrived at our much-loved farm, we found things broken. We had very little leisure time, and lots of fix-it time. (I coined the week “spring broke” instead of “spring break.” After a few days of dealing with it, I felt broke– both monetarily and mentally!)
And then there’s the sunshine, my child. Having her (she’s now 9—her birthday was during spring broke) is such a joy. Parenthood has been the only opportunity I’ve had (or taken) in life for rekindling childlike spirit and wonder.
My daughter absolutely loved the fact that we used a Tidy Cat cat litter bucket for a toilet. She loved the fact that she couldn’t take a bath. She loved to catch hundreds of ladybugs every day and take them outside. She squealed in delight when she saw a pretty little gray field mouse run up the side of (the outside of) the house. She loved the adventure of this trip.
The next day, the day after I had made that mean “not magical” remark about our farm, my daughter ran inside to get me, “Can we go fly that kite?” We had brought a fairy shaped kite with us this trip.
I was working under the kitchen sink at the time, trying to locate the leak. You see, on our first night there, I had brought in water from the outdoor faucet, heated it up on the stove and put it in the sink to wash dishes. When I drained the sink, the water flooded the cabinet underneath. For real.
Well, I know magic when it is offered to me. And kite flying was just what my grumpy old self needed right about now.
So I crawled out from under the kitchen sink and followed her to the hayfield to fly a kite. Enough work; I needed some magic.
Bright yellow dandelions greeted us in the meadow.

Hi yourself!

The wind was strong and vigorous. It took very little effort and skill to lift the fairy kite into the sky. It began to soar higher and higher….

The wind was also wild and unforgiving. Crash.

(Love the hands on the hips pose as she holds the fallen kite string.)

And so we abandoned our kite-flying and decided to climb high up our hillside. We made it almost to the top and sat on our enormous rock. I think it is granite. Sometimes we sits and thinks and sometimes we just sits. This time we just sat. For awhile.
Then we christened our rock “Yogi Rock.” We did a few of the easy yoga moves I have learned.

Our very own Yogi Rock

The view down from Yogi Rock:

The view up:

We then headed back down the hill and checked on our apple trees. There had been sub-freezing temperatures and heavy frosts since we arrived. But the blooms looked okay. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll have some apples this autumn.

We spotted this little dude on a rock.

 And these guys. Not your ordinary blackbirds. See those yellow and red bars?

Next, we walked to the waterfall in front of our house. We sat on the rocks and dipped our toes in the cold, cold mountain stream. Our feet were soon wet and frozen.

It was wonderful. Shockingly cold and wonderful.

When we finally made it back to the house, I realized that my reading glasses had fallen during our outing. I usually have them on my head; they were definitely not there. Oh well, no reading or clear picture taking for the rest of the trip. “That’s the way it goes,” I told my daughter, “You’ll have to be my eyes until we get home.”
I realized then that my attitude had changed. Did I really just say, “that’s the way it goes”?
We warmed as we dried ourselves by the fire. I heated the kettle for tea and hot chocolate.
While we were off gallivanting, Hubby had become a successful plumber. He had fixed each and every one of our plumbing woes. The ones we had identified anyway! We now had running water in the house.
When Hubby made that grand announcement, our daughter’s response was a disappointed, “Awwwwww….”
Then she added, “Can we still use the Tidy Cat bucket?”
The tea kettle was now whistling, so I got up to get the tea. When I sat back down in front of the fire, I tried to read the quote on the tea bag pouch of that peaceful Numi tea. Since my glasses were out in the meadow, or hillside, or giant rock, or creek somewhere, I couldn’t make out the words. I squinted in an effort to clear the fuzziness. Nope. I’ve reached the point where this method no longer works.
I handed it to my daughter—my eyes for the rest of the trip—and asked her to read it to me.
Her sweet voice, “I journey afar to find my way back home.”

Yes, my home. My imperfect, needs lots of attention and money home. No, I don’t live there full time, but it’s where my heart is. I consider it my home. I knew it the first time I saw it and I know it now. It’s where the magic is. My magic. And magic is something you make, like love.
So is home. Home is something you make.
 

Until next time, Friends, savor the flavor of life!

Lots of love, The City Farmgirl, Rebekah

Leave a comment 0 Comments

  1. Cathy says:

    Thanks REBEKAH,
    I so enjoy the way you write on the blog and in MaryJanes magazine. It’s magical! What a delightful time on your farm through the eyes of your nine year old! We need to be reminded often that life is MAGICAL whether good, bad or ugly! My hubby and I have lived on our own hill in Idaho for 6 years. It’s not really a farm but close. My favorite things include swinging in the porch swing, walking in the woods for treasures, growig a garden and just basking in the glory GOD has lavished on us! OH yes, delight in bubbles and buying a kite the next time I’m in town! Thanks again for a wonderful taste of magical! Cathy in Idaho

  2. Debbie says:

    Hi Rebekah!
    I’m so glad the " magic" found you again…It’s not always easy being a " blue sky" thinker when snakes lerk at the water hole, and money sucking projects appear from every corner of your " dream home, farm, cottage" etc…
    We have felt less than magical at our summer cottage at times, but somethimg always happens and quickly to change our way of thinking…Recently we lost my father in law of 88 years… The day after the service we decided to go to our magical place( our summer cottage) for some solice and restoration. Things were all magic when we arrived except for the fact that Dad wasn’t with us(or so we thought).
    As we walked the beach ( the same one we have been walking together for 20 plus years) we talked as we walked along the waters edge, watched our dog play, and our daughter and a friend run on the beach…As we approached a favorite early morning fishing spot of my husbands I noticed tiny shells poking out of the mud… I am familiar with clam beds but hadn’t seen them in this area before…looking closer we discovered they were tiny Angel Wing shells, standing on end in the mud with just the tips poking out…but there was one off to the side fully exposed. A whole Angel Wing shell! …We both agreed that Dad must have gotten his angel wings that day! We knew he would!

    Yeah, the taxes are too high, the cottage is small and the shower is outside and solar! But it’s all we really need and we love it more than any place in the world.

    Keep up the wonderful " magical" thinking and writing…I always look so forward to it! If you’re up for a stroll on the beach, roll up your pants, kick off your shoes and come one over to Dandelion House~

  3. Mckee Cox says:

    I know what you mean when you say that is where your heart is, I grew in Madison County, on a mountain farm on the TN state line very close to hot springs, NC. I now live in the city, and when ever I get home sick or need to get away, I get in the car and drive to that mountain farm, it is no longer mine, but just looking at it, and riding, and smelling the fresh air, takes me home, where my heart is, and I always feel better and magical in that place!

  4. Nancy J says:

    Hi Everyone,

    I so enjoy reading these blogs…I was born & raised in a very large city, but I am a true Farmgirl in my heart. And even though I know I am blessed to live so close to the Atlantic Ocean(bout 5 miles), I will always dream of having my own old farm house filled with my grandbabies, children & animals. I am truly happy… Then today I read this phrase that says it all…"Being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect… It means you decide to see beyond the imperfections."

  5. carol branum says:

    HiRebecca,I want to thank you for being so positive.I get negative about my farm project sometimes,and its so hard for me to stay positive.I have so much work to do,that it seems overwhelming at times.Did you know,that If I put on a metal roof,instead of regular singles,my personal property taxes will go up to a higher bracket?I am learning lots of intresting new facts.All worth it,The new spring sprouts,and new shoots coming up,all makes the work worth it,and yes,that makes it truely magical.Daddy and I are going to try to go mushroom hunting this week.Last week we sold scrap iron.There is always so much work to do.Thanks again for helping me stay positive.Blessed be,Carol Branum,Lamar Mo.

  6. Shery Jespersen says:

    Dear Rebekah, I for one would love to see photos of your magical sounding cottage. The countryside is like a storybook…and I bet the house is too. I hope you’ll take some pics of your cozy country home and share them with us. Thanks for the ‘virtual’ and magical farmgirl getaway.
    shery jespersen

  7. Gina says:

    I feel so good to come when I come here. What a wonderful post! You didn’t need glasses afterall. The pictures are beautiful. Or a potty either! See there?

  8. Brenda says:

    Wonderful post. I had tears in my eyes the last paragraph. Who would have known a quote on a tea bag would bring tears. Of coarse without the story leading up to it I would probably just said aww. I hope you have many, many more wonderful excursions at your farm.

  9. Hi Rebekah – and all the fellow farm gals here on Mary Jane’s Farm. I first discovered the magazine a couple of years ago when my husband and I bought, and moved into, a 100 year old plantation home in the "country". I’ve just discovered the chat/blog section of the website and this is the first post I’ve read. I wanted you to know how much it "hit home" with me. Lately, I too find myself reaching that "too tired to be appreciative" point. After all, I bought an old farm house that had been neglected for many years and immediately began hatching and raising chickens, ducks, peacocks, geese and guineas. Followed quickly by goats, sheep and six livestock guard dogs. I’m attempting to raise our own food totally organic. While we plan to open soon to the public for weekend farm tours, we are constantly escorting around all those who stop and ask to see the place and tell us that it "called to them" from the road. During our two years here we have also been trying to restore the exterior’s rotted wood and porches but for every board they pull off there are at least two more behind it, also rotten. It has been a daunting task.

    I have started a website for our farm and am attempting to start a blog. Blogging will be one more thing added to the long list of things I fomerly had no idea how to do.

    I want to thank you for this particular story. I especially loved the tea bag quote. It brought tears to my eyes as well because I too know that this is "home" and that someday, God willing, it will be a restored, grand old dame, surround by our animals and filled with friends, children, grandchildren and visitors.

    I hope to join the Mary Jane Sisterhood and stay in touch with everyone. I need all the inspiration I can get.

    Monique

  10. Debby Carrico says:

    I love the photos you enclose with your blog. I grew up on a farm near New Petersburg, Ohio and some of the pictures you present, I grew up with. The bubble picture ought to win an award. Beautiful. My eyes are going too, as I wear trifocals now. I’m hoping to go before my eyes do. Have a great day!

  11. Tom says:

    great post as usual!

  12. Lily says:

    Just found these farmgirl blogs and have to say that I love ’em! 

  13. Niya says:

    Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
    I’ve been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to comment! I love your writing!

    Thumbs up, and keep it going!

  14. countrynmore says:

    Great blog. I found you through MaryJane Farm. Love the triple bubble and the reflection shot of the farm.

  15. rebekah says:

    Hi Colten! I’m glad you like it! Yes, I took the picture and no, it’s not in the public domain. But I really don’t mind if you use it as long as you attribute it to me, send me a link, and don’t sell it or anything like that. Thanks!

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>