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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
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~ Mark TwainDebbie Bosworth
is a certified farmgirl at heart. She’s happily married to her beach bum Yankee husband of 20 years. She went from career gal to being a creative homeschooling mom for two of her biggest blessings and hasn’t looked back since. Debbie left her lifelong home in the high desert of Northern Nevada 10 years ago and washed up on the shore of America’s hometown, Plymouth, MA, where she and her family are now firmly planted. They spend part of each summer in a tiny, off–grid beach cottage named “The Sea Horse.”
“I found a piece of my farmgirl heart when I discovered MaryJanesFarm. Suddenly, everything I loved just made more sense! I enjoy unwinding at the beach, writing, gardening, and turning yard-sale furniture into ‘Painted Ladies’ I’m passionate about living a creative life and encouraging others to ‘make each day their masterpiece.’”
Column contents © Deb Bosworth. All rights reserved.
Being a farmgirl is not
about where you live,
but how you live.Rebekah Teal
is a “MaryJane Farmgirl” who lives in a large metropolitan area. She is a lawyer who has worked in both criminal defense and prosecution. She has been a judge, a business woman and a stay-at-home mom. In addition to her law degree, she has a Masters of Theological Studies.
“Mustering up the courage to do the things you dream about,” she says, “is the essence of being a MaryJane Farmgirl.” Learning to live more organically and closer to nature is Rebekah’s current pursuit. She finds strength and encouragement through MaryJane’s writings, life, and products. And MaryJane’s Farmgirl Connection provides her a wealth of knowledge from true-blue farmgirls.
Column contents © Rebekah Teal. All rights reserved.
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Keep close to Nature’s heart … and break clear away once in awhile to climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods, to wash your spirit clean.
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~ John MuirCathi Belcher
an old-fashioned farmgirl with a pioneer spirit, lives in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. As a “lifelong learner” in the “Live-Free-or-Die” state, she fiercely values self-reliance, independence, freedom, and fresh mountain air. Married to her childhood sweetheart of 40+ years (a few of them “uphill climbs”), she’s had plenty of time to reinvent herself. From museum curator, restaurant owner, homeschool mom/conference speaker, to post-and-beam house builder and entrepreneur, she’s also a multi-media artist, with an obsession for off-grid living and alternative housing. Cathi owns and operates a 32-room mountain lodge. Her specialty has evolved to include “hermit hospitality” at her rustic cabin in the mountains, where she offers weekend workshops of special interest to women.
“Mountains speak to my soul, and farming is an important part of my heritage. I want to pass on my love of these things to others through my writing. Living in the mountains has its own particular challenges, but I delight in turning them into opportunities from which we can all learn and grow.”
Column contents © Cathi Belcher. All rights reserved.
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Wherever you go, no matter the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
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~ Anthony J. D’AngeloDori Troutman
Dori Troutman is the daughter of second generation cattle ranchers in New Mexico. She grew up working and playing on the ranch that her grandparents homesteaded in 1928. That ranch, with the old adobe home, is still in the family today. Dori and her husband always yearned for a ranch of their own. That dream came true when they retired to the beautiful green rolling hills of Tennessee. Truly a cattleman’s paradise!
Dori loves all things farmgirl and actually has known no other life but that. She loves to cook, craft, garden, and help with any and all things on their cattle farm.
Column contents © Dori Troutman. All rights reserved.
Shery Jespersen
Previous Ranch Farmgirl,
Oct 2009 – Nov 2013Wyoming cattle rancher and outpost writer (rider), shares the “view from her saddle.” Shery is a leather and lace cowgirl-farmgirl who’s been horse-crazy all of her life. Her other interests include “junktiques,” arts and crafts, glamping, collecting antique china, and cultivating mirth.
Mary Murray
describes herself as a goat charmer, chicken whisperer, bee maven, and farmers’ market baker renovating an 1864 farmhouse on an Ohio farm. With a degree in Design, Mary says small-town auctions and country road barn sales "always make my heart skip a beat thinking about what I could create or design out of what I’ve seen.”
Rooted in the countryside, she likes simple things and old ways … gardening, preserving the harvest, cooking, baking, and all things home. While you might find her selling baked goods from the farm’s milkhouse, teaching herself to play the fiddle, or sprucing up a vintage camper named Maizy, you will always find her in an apron!
Mary says, “I’m happiest with the simple country pleasures … an old farmhouse, too many animals, a crackling fire, books to read, and the sound of laughter … these make life just perfect.”
Column contents © Mary Murray. All rights reserved.
Farmgirl
is a condition
of the heart.Alexandra Wilson
is a budding rural farmgirl living in Palmer, the agricultural seat of Alaska. Alex is a graduate student at Alaska Pacific University pursuing an M.S. in Outdoor and Environmental Education. She lives and works on the university’s 700 acre environmental education center, Spring Creek Farm. When Alex has time outside of school, she loves to rock climb, repurpose found objects, cross-country ski on the hay fields, travel, practice yoga, and cook with new-fangled ingredients.
Alex grew up near the Twin Cities and went to college in Madison, Wisconsin—both places where perfectly painted barns and rolling green farmland are just a short drive away. After college, she taught at a rural middle school in South Korea where she biked past verdant rice paddies and old women selling home-grown produce from sidewalk stoops. She was introduced to MaryJanesFarm after returning, and found in it what she’d been searching for—a group of incredible women living their lives in ways that benefit their families, their communities, and the greater environment. What an amazing group of farmgirls to be a part of!
Column contents © Alexandra Wilson. All rights reserved.
Libbie Zenger
Previous Rural Farmgirl,
June 2010 – Jan 2012Libbie’s a small town farmgirl who lives in the high-desert Sevier Valley of Central Utah on a 140-year-old farm with her husband and two darling little farmboys—as well as 30 ewes; 60 new little lambs; a handful of rams; a lovely milk cow, Evelynn; an old horse, Doc; two dogs; a bunch o’ chickens; and two kitties.
René Groom
Previous Rural Farmgirl,
April 2009 – May 2010René lives in Washington state’s wine country. She grew up in the dry-land wheat fields of E. Washington, where learning to drive the family truck and tractors, and “snipe hunting,” were rites of passage. She has dirt under her nails and in her veins. In true farmgirl fashion, there is no place on Earth she would rather be than on the farm.
Farmgirl spirit can take root anywhere—dirt or no dirt.
Nicole Christensen
Suburban Farmgirl Nicole Christensen calls herself a “vintage enthusiast”. Born and raised in Texas, she has lived most of her life in the picturesque New England suburbs of Connecticut, just a stone’s throw from New York State. An Advanced Master Gardener, she has gardened since childhood, in several states and across numerous planting zones. In addition, she teaches knitting classes, loves to preserve, and raises backyard chickens.
Married over thirty years to her Danish-born sweetheart, Nicole has worked in various fields, been a world-traveler, an entrepreneur and a homemaker, but considers being mom to her now-adult daughter her greatest accomplishment. Loving all things creative, Nicole considers her life’s motto to be “Bloom where you are planted”.
Column contents © Nicole Christensen. All rights reserved.
Paula Spencer
Previous Suburban Farmgirl,
October 2009 – October 2010Paula is a mom of four and a journalist who’s partial to writing about common sense and women’s interests. She’s lived in five great farm states (Michigan, Iowa, New York, Tennessee, and now North Carolina), though never on a farm. She’s nevertheless inordinately fond of heirloom tomatoes, fine stitching, early mornings, and making pies. And sock monkeys.
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Some stories are harder to tell than others. This is one of the hard ones. I experienced something I consider to be “hallowed.” And if I had been where I really wanted to be, I would have missed it. Let me tell you what happened.
First off, like many of you, I wanted to go to the maryjanesfarm Farm Fair this July 4th weekend. But being in the throes of a move, I knew I needed to stay close to home. We finally decided to take a couple of days off, though, and head up to our Mountain Farm. The grass must be knee-high by now. The weeds have surely taken over my apple “orchard” and my newly minted plum “pit.” And I’d like to map out that Labyrinth concept in the meadow.
We always enjoy the 4th of July at our Mountain Farm.
Wow, I really don’t have words to express how I feel after reading your story … how incredible to experience something as powerful as that, amazing. I was sorry to hear the mother didn’t make, but thanks to you and your family her legacy lives on, you all did a wonderful job! I saved a baby chipmunk from drowning in our pool earlier this year, scooped it out, wrapped it up, put it in a box, and let it rest in the sun … he also "made it". What a great feeling, huh? I wish acts of kindness happened all the time with all people … could you imagine?
Thanks for sharing your story and reaching out as you did,
Jill @ Gypsy Flea Market
Oh my goodness that has to be the most precious thing I’ve ever seen. How sad that its mommy died but how lucky it was to have you and your hubby helping it. Who would ever think of a deer missing a jump over a fence…sigh. We had some criminal types run down several deer with snow mobiles this past spring which has caused an absolute uproar here. The one bozo got out of animal cruelty charges by saying he was "hunting" the deer. People are just outraged and the woman who allowed the snowmobile users to ride on her property is closing the trail because of this cruelty. I don’t think I could ever hunt deer. I just think they are some of God’s most beautiful creatures.
wow, you did it. I am rendered speechless. Bless you all for your kindness in the world.
Oh, my gosh, there should be a tissue warning on the header of this posting. Thank goodness there was a box near my chair. I had no idea how small those babies are!
So sorry to hear about the momma, and how sad to think that we encroach into the habitat of these poor creatures without considering the impact that we have. Thanks for the reminder!
This has to be one of the most moving stories I have read in a while. How blessed you were to be able to help this mama’s baby for it would have surely died had it not been for your persistence and love. Thanks so much for sharing as painful as it was to relive it in print.
What an incredible story. I am crying too. How sad and joyous all at once.~ ~Ahrisha~ ~
We missed you so much this weekend. But it sounds like you were right where you were ment to be. Thanks for sharing the story!
Oh, what a wonderful story. Reminds me of all the animals we cared for as kids. My Dad found baby sparrow hawks and we raised all 5 and set them free! Then there was the lamb, racoon, hamsters, fish, dogs, cats, and he even raised pigeons (the kinds you attach notes to, send out and they return). I loved all the animals we had as kids and now we found an abandoned kitten that I am keeping!!
OMG! what an amazing and precious story. I cried. Thank you
so much for sharing that. We have deer visit our yard regularly,they drink from our pond and sometimes snack on the trees and flowers, but I still couldn’t imagine harming these beautiful gentle creatures.
your story truely touched my heart. I’m still crying. I love all god’s creatures and I believe we all have the responsibilty to take care of them and our mother earth. Now I’ll go back outside and make sure the baby screech owls and humingbirds and squirrels are alright. God bless you everyone who loves animals and values them as gifts to make this a better world.
That was TRULY a sweet and wonderful fourth of July story! I am so sorry that mama-deer died but what a wonderful chance at life you gave that precious baby! (And your description of being so scared of snakes and crawling through the woods to save this baby sounds so much like something that would happen to me!!! 🙂 Thank you so much for sharing this and the wonderful photos!
I am so touched by this…typing thorough tears
Thank you for this very touching story. I just buried my beloved pet sheep, Cupid, a few days ago so I could feel your pain. God Bless these precious animals who can be so very helpless. With tears streaming down my face, thank you.
Well done Rebekah…!
Animals deserve to be treated with dignity and respect, and you and your Family rose to the occasion in an exempleary manner.
You touch on a topic, which, as a member of The Humane Society, I feel quite strongly about. It is a sad comment on our cultural conditioning that it would even occur to us to "put ‘it’ out of misery". Animals are someone’s Family somewhere, and they feel fear, love, and the whole range of emotions, and they have, albeit different from ours, thoughts and hopes. It seems ridiculous to think of putting a Human child "out of misery" because of a injured leg, but it has been done… in Ancient Rome, on East Indian slave ships, and in Nazi Germany. The ethics of "less than" are exactly the same.
Y’all rose above that and acted with Love and compassion, and those traits are fundamental to civilization.
GodSpeed…!
Gary
in Tampa
I can only say thank you for sharing this beautiful yet tragic story. I had tears streaming down my cheeks by the time I reached the end. I applaud your patience in taking the time to search for her one more time along the fence, she needed all of you 😉 What a neat thing for your family to share together.
That was a great story, sounds if you were related to my sister she is always helping some poor animal out of trouble.As you were teling the story I could feel all of the emotions you were having what a farmgirl experince!!
That has to be one of the most moving stories I have heard of an animal in a while. What an experience for you and your family…heartbreaking and yet beautiful. Life is full of God’s tender mercies.
I am crying as I read this. So touching.
A shame about the momma deer. But I am glad you and your family were given the blessing of that experience.
You are such a hero.
WOW!! What a story. TISSUES Galore. We had a baby deer that laid by our pump this spring and I almost steeped on it. I immediately called my brother who instructed me that the momma would come back. I put an umbrella over (my husband’s good golf one) to keep it out of the sun. Sure enough about three hours later the momma came back and picked up her charge… Needless to say several chores did not get done in the cool of the day as I sat and watched from the kitchen…….. But who cares…
I bet the mama deer died peacefully knowing that her baby was taken care of. Animals can sense kindness. You and your families hearts are as big as the great outdoors, and now the memory of this experience, and mama deer, can frolic in your hearts forever.
What a precious story. I’ve joined the others in crying about it. It reminded me of a video I saw once on youtube. It is of a baby deer and a kitten. The song playing is What A Wonderful World. A quick search should find it. Thanks for sharing your life with us. Janie
What an experience to have, happy and sad, but REAL! You are very special people and thanks for sharing this story!
Smiles, Cyndi
What a tender story, one that many of us have repeated. Being raised on a farm, we were always tending babies and orphans, that is most what I remember. After fifty years, I am still taking care of our animals, someone elses animals, and raising horses, dogs, cats and birds. I always have to say "thanks Dad" he got me started!
Reading your story through tears in my eyes renews my faith that there is a God and he watches over us to help us do the right thing. Your family is truly guided by God and his angels to help the troubled and weak. You will go through life with Gods blessings for the miracle you performed for this little fawn. I know it’s mother went to heaven peacefully knowing the wonderful thing you did to help her baby. God bless and keep you and your wonderful family. Someday there will be a special place in heaven for you. Love, Kathe
This is one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read. Like everyone else, I’m moved to tears. You saved a life that day.
I’m with Susan on the tissue alert here. 🙂
In the midst of this chaotic move, of which I’ll write later, I received this beautiful comment. It was "whispered" to me, which means only I get the joy of seeing it. I can’t keep this one a "whisper." I surely hope the writer does not mind that I "shout" it out to everyone.
Let’s all say a prayer for Mia and the amazing couple who is trying to help her. Animals go straight to the heart…
Hi there, You must be an Angel! I actually found your beautiful story because I have been frantic to find out what deer like to eat so as to help the beautiful but fragile and injured deer that is now in our front yard under one of the globe willow trees that flank our front doors. She is fully grown, but so thin that we could see her ribs and her two hip bones protruding from her backside. I don’t know if another animal has attacked her, possibly a coyote or a cougar or bobcat or if she has been hit by a car or truck, but she seems to have a large hand sized injury to her hind quarters area. She was around the back of our home yesterday and my rescued labradoodle Spencer spotted her. Because he was barking (nevermind the fact that he is afraid of his own shadow), she was frightened enough to get up and walk away fairly slowly. I prayed to find her and searched the woods last evening (HUGE for me to do, as I am mortified of snakes, too, and sometimes wonder what the heck I am doing living in the Ozarks Woods!). I put a large bowl of cool water out and a bowl of chopped apples, blueberries, zuccini, and carrots out for her hoping she would return there and at least receive some water and nourishment. The food and water was untouched early this morning and because I hadn’t been able to find her, I was afraid she might have perished. My heart sank. But, I kept praying. Then, as the sun was setting this evening, my husband told me she was in the front yard in our garden under the willow. I put fresh water and more of the same dinner out for her. I put it about ten feet from her near our fountain, hoping she would smell it in the warm evening air. Just being ten feet from this gorgeous creature, was breathtaking. It stilled everything in my heart and soul. It is too dark now to see her, but I heard some noises out front, perhaps the sound of the bowls knocking against the fountain as she nibbles (I am hoping and praying that she is nourishing herself) anyway, your story has touched me as I ponder what to do to help Mia, the sweet, fragile deer in my yard. You know, your story reinforced something I have always believed. Beautiful people do beautiful things and yes, absolutely, an animal knows who is trying to care for it and is compassionate towards it. They sense something in us, I am sure. I may have to look for a rehabilitator in my area in the morning. Thank you for your amazing story! If Mia is still here in the morning, I will mix almonds in with the fruits for her for protein! Please say a little prayer that she will be healed. She has come to the right place as I will do my best to keep her safe and nourished until I can find help for her! I am expecting a Miracle for her! Best, Anne
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