My husband is a huge gigantic Beatles fan. That’s where the name of the post came from.
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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.’”
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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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Hi Rebekah,
I think first picture of your mystery garden veggies is going to be a pumpkin??? It kind of looks like one before it ripens.
I just LOVE mysteries. Perhaps channeling Sherlock Holmes will help you with your detective work.
Have fun,
Lisa
We have several strays they always
know when to be here when the food
is out. Some cats we had to trap them to spayed them. They are happier after and some have become nicer. But some are still wild. It takes time.
That spikes looking thing is a thistle and they are bad. Any time you see one try to remove it at the ground.
The first item looks like a stoneboat.
Under our oak tree you will be bombed with acorns when the breezes blow swiftly. I don’t think your computer screen will like that!
Enjoyed your post immensely.
I absolutely love your posts! So much fun, and though I have no answers to any of your mysteries, I’m thrilled to “visit” your paradise! Just love your kitties, and how clever of you to name them after the Beatles….for your hubby! I believe it’s working! A lot of people THINK they don’t like kitties, until they have an opportunity to get to know them! Kitties just have a different story to tell than dogs. Thank you!
I’m as mystified as you are about your vegetables, but the spiky plant in an an Angel Trumpet. Big white flower, right? Or in some places they’re called jimson weeds. I like Angel Trumpet better.
I’m seeing a watermelon (long & striped green), a spaghetti squash (yellow-next pic) and maybe a couple of different kinds of pumpkins. The prickly guy looks like a horse chestnut (tree), to me. The pods dry out and pop open to the most beautiful seeds. I’m thinking you have an adult tree in your neighborhood…
So glad to see Mr. Feral wanting to join you!
Fun post! Not being originally from the South and now owning a farm in Tennessee, it seems like we have lot of mysteries too! 🙂 When I plant my garden I make a “map” on paper because I’ve found that even when I put markers in the soil they end up getting taken over by the plant, washed away in the rain, etc! I know the feeling of having veggies that make no sense. As far as when to pick…. I kind of follow the rule of thumb on things like pumpkins and melons… when I pick them up to sort of rotate them a bit and they fall off the vine… they are ripe! (Or when I discover that the ‘coons beat me to them… they are ripe! Ha!) How fun that your barn came with “mysteries” in it. That has got to be the coolest thing ever. – Dori –
the first picture looks like some sort of a grain sifter or grain sorting sifter that would separate seeds from grain. Its hard to tell from the angle of the picture. The first pic of fruit looks like squash, the second looks like watermelon, the third and fourth looks like butternut squash, the fifth one looks like wild wheat or some sort of wild grain. That last one that looks like a sort of prickly fruit is most like milk weed. Monarch butterfly’s love milk weed. So if you have a lot of caterpillars or Monarchs around those- its most likely mild weed. As for the tuxedo kitty who is shy and feral. Its common for kitties to make your farm it’s home- but not make you it’s owner. Keep feeding him and caring for him. he will always love your barn 😉
The first veggie looks like an immature pumpkin. The first yellow ones look like spaghetti squash. They look ready, and they are yummy.
If those flowers are white and appear at night, I believe you have moon flowers. The prickly pods actually are seeds.
First one is a pumpkin, the second is a watermelon and the next ones are squash? I think! I am so happy to see Mr. Mustache hanging around still. Let me guess that you are getting bombarded with acorns. Love your posts…keep them coming.
Looks like you have some squash, watermelon, and if the wood thing has screen, I think it is a sifter for grains; but for the life of me I cannot remember what to call it! Oh, I cannot think why in the world you don’t miss north Georgia! It has been so wonderfully(?) HOT this summer. Please send cool weather and rain to Kennesaw! Love reading your posts. I am a country girl at heart.
i do agree with Tina Hart the most with her answers to your mysteries. My dad had a wooden grain cleaner/sifter with different “trays” like you showed, with different-sized holes for the different grains. Your garden looks wonderful. Please enjoy every piece of produce therein!
Hey City Farm Girl! How are ya? I think the reason you should not lay under a hammock (or is it lye…or lie…I’m awful in the lay/lie area) on a fall, breezy day is because those cute little ‘oaknuts’ will be fallin’ from the sky right onto your cute little pumpkin-head! And that one flower with the prickly little ball is what us Northern folk call Moon flower. The plant has a big white flower that opens up in the evening and it’s beautiful..looks like a trumpet….but guess what. In about a month that ball will turn brown, then split open and spill it’s 1000 little seeds all over the ground. The fall breeze will blow them around and next year, you’ll have about 1000 moon flowers. My advice, neuter! We had a mystery item hanging on our wall on our patio as decoration. It’s still hanging there, but not longer a mystery. It’s what they would put on the truck to load piggies. They would walk on it to get into the truck. Maybe I’ll do a blog post on it someday. And how come you never update your other blog? Gotta go for a walk….in my pj’s because who is gonna see me out here…and see if my baby deer are in the ex-bee yard that we now call the ……what do we call it?…..I forget. It has a pole barn where the bees once were…..starts with an “s”….Oh well…gotta run.
Cindy Bee
PS – BLEH! on the beans….we’ve had NOTHING but FOG!
Hey Rebekah! Your first “garden mystery pic” looks just like the Tatume squash I have in my garden. They are a summer squash similar in taste to zucchini if picked young but can be a winter squash if left to ripen. I keep finding hidden ones that grow to be about the size you have in your picture. (My pumpkins never start out that oblique that’s why I think its a Tatume.) My Tatume squash starts out a lighter green but matures into a darker green with a harder skin. The flesh will be white when young growing to a pale/medium yellow when picked more mature. Otherwise I pick them the size of my hand, slice them up skin and all and fry them in a little butter or grill them with a bit of olive oil and garlic. They are hardy, prolific little buggers and fun to grow!
Great post!!!! I’m pretty sure the item you found is a sifter, usually hung on an A-frame on the center hook, then someone would shovel in whatever was to be sifted, grain, seeds, soil that might have something fun (kids mostly did the soil) and a person would be at the handle end shaking it back n forth. I think your vegies are pretty well covered and Love that Mr. Mustache is warming up and yes I will guess you are getting pelted by acorns but one other problem with laying in the hammock on such a beautiful day – I would be taking a nap and not getting done all that I should. But which ever, thanks again for sharing. God bless.
Fog… fog is low lying clouds you’re standing IN. Low lying clouds are ones that you can see above or even below you if you’re higher up the mountain.
Jimson weed used to be the bane of ranchers in the old west, and still may be today. it was said that it would make the animals more than a little nutty if they ate it. call your county extension office and ask for their thoughts on it before you let it live and procreate on your property.
the white squashes could be spaghetti squash, IF you planted those. LOL Thanks for the blog and photos. Kitty
I feel from the other ladies you have many of your questions answered as to your bountiful garden full of mysteries. The Queens Anne’s Lace flowers are just beautiful, and although I have seen them all my life I have just this summer learned their right name, and just last week I also learned that by tinting the vase water with food coloring of your choice will change their color, just a fun little tip. Love reading your posts, always puts a smile on my face. Also keep watch for your slithering farm animals, they seem to be out most in the early spring and fall I have found and like you I too have a huge phobia of them, and just whenever I have relaxed and let my guard down after having an encounter with one they seem to appear again and then the whole process starts all over! Your not alone when it comes to them and your stories let me know the same 🙂 Enjoy your fall days!