To my very dearest, sweetest readers of this blog!!!
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Oh my word. You all jumped into the “Lift Someone Up Challenge” with eyes wide open and full of excitement. And I cannot express to you how much it inspired me to keep on going.
It’s officially spring in my neck of the woods, but the temperatures lately have not been consistently warm and spring-like just yet. Spring in New England can be cold, hot, wet, dry… all in the same week. When you love to be outdoors, and are a gardener, the spring season can be a bit frustrating. Yet, when you do start seeing signs of life and color – it’s like looking at nature’s crayon box! There is beauty all over!
Native spicebush is one of the first things we see bloom. I love the bark – it reminds me of a pretzel with salt. Having native plants helps our native beneficial insects. Beautiful spicebush swallowtail butterflies feed on this plant and sassafras.
I do love having four seasons, but when one season drags on…and on…and on…I don’t like it. I am a person who doesn’t necessarily like change, except when it comes to seasons and weather. Spring is not really my favorite season. There’s so much to do, to clean up, to plant, to get done… indoors and out, at home and work. Things can start moving so fast. It’s like everyone is making up for the long winter rest and repose.
Next to bloom in the garden are the bleeding hearts.
LOVE
It’s that time of activity and bustle that makes me also, at the same time, love spring – when I see the colors come alive after the white and grey of winter. I have never understood rooms, homes, or clothing that has an absence of color – the trend of only black and greys. Do you remember being a kid and opening a big box of new crayons? I loved seeing all those colors just waiting! Nature is that way in spring; it doesn’t disappoint! You just have to take a moment to notice.
Beautiful climbing clematis adds a pop of pink.
Japanese Flowering crabapple on my favorite walking trail looked more like a pompom than a tree.
I love seeing everything come alive! First, we notice the flowers and blooms everywhere – some are just breathtaking!
The early blooms of this plum tree are delicate-looking and the color is beautiful!
One of my favorite blooms in my garden are the alium bulbs I planted several autumns ago.
Weeds? Maybe so, but I think wild violets are still beautiful.
Among those blooms and green leaves, the smallest little creatures make their presence known in a colorful way! Most people don’t like insects, thinking only of pests like mosquitos. However, insects outnumber every other living thing on the earth, and keep our ecosystem in balance. We need insects, especially our beneficials, which is why we do not want to spray everything at the first sight of an insect. Most bugs and insects are just “passing through” our yards, anyway.
This green, six-spotted Tiger beetle is considered a beneficial insect, eating pests. I think it is so beautiful, especially when its metallic shell has such a sheen in the sun!
A plump little yellow and black, fuzzy bumblebee gathers pollen from blooming lungwort.
Next, we hear more and more birds singing, a change from the complete silence that is present in the middle of winter. We also see and hear many different varieties of birds, as migratory birds return.
Sadly, I read recently that North America has lost one in four birds, or the equivalent of nearly three billion fewer birds.
Planting plants that are native to your area, not using pesticides, and keeping bird baths and feeders clean can help us not to lose more. Also, if you use any systemic-type tick and flea treatments on your dog, avoid combing your dog outside. Baby birds can get sick and die from the residue left on the fur if a mama bird finds it and uses it in her nesting material. Watching and listening to birds in my yard and at my favorite nature trails has always made me happy.
A beautiful red cardinal takes a rest.
While another one ponders what is in the grass. We see cardinals all year round, but they are more prominent and active during the spring nesting season.
A cat bird “mews” in another tree.
A beautiful woodpecker takes a quick rest on a knotty, old tree.
I love when the hummingbirds return! It was so wet, cold and dreary when I *thought* I saw the first little hummer return, the “scout”. It happened so fast, I thought it might have been a leaf blow by, or an insect. Sure enough, it was my little hummingbird, looking to see if I had put up the feeder yet.
Hello, my little friend! Welcome back!
This little baby takes a perch to rest a moment on the covered porch.
This hummingbird is catching a drink by my kitchen window.
A few days ago, I was sitting at the dining room table, working on a project. The dining room leads out to the “shabby chic porch”. I kept getting distracted by several hummingbirds that kept hovering at the window, like they were looking in. I was puzzled, as the hummingbird feeder is on the other side of the kitchen, and was filled.
Then I saw it. Last year, I had taken an old, dirty and greasy antique railroad lantern, purchased at a thrift shop for $2.00, and cleaned it up. Once cleaned, I hung it on my “shabby chic porch”. The hummingbirds, mistaking the red glass for another feeder, kept trying to get nectar from it, and when they could not, started buzzing me to fill it. I felt so guilty! Poor little birds. I decided to use it as table decor, instead, and my husband bought me a second hummingbird feeder for Mother’s Day as a replacement. Now when we sit on the porch, we can watch them feed there, as well!
I won’t hang my vintage lantern anymore since the hummingbirds mistake it for a feeder!
The “new” feeder on the porch proves to be just as popular.
It’s not just in my neck of the woods, that nature is waking up with color and life – my brother’s yard in Texas in the Houston area is full of color, too!
He has lately had a flock of beautiful, green parrots coming to visit his birdfeeder. The story behind them is similar to the story behind ones we see along the coast here. Someone in the 1960’s let a tropical flock of monk parrots loose in Houston, and the birds eventually evolved, and are able to thrive.
My brother in Texas gets a variety of birds, but it is a special treat when they see the parrots at the feeders.
My brother also has a sweet nest of baby mockingbirds in his yard. Their grey feathers are so fuzzy against their pink skin and bright yellow beaks. So precious!
Not every bird we see is bright – some are more stealthy. Do you see it? I took this photo on a walk through my neighborhood. It landed just across from us, but the camouflage was amazing – it took my daughter a few minutes to see it, despite its massive size.
If you can’t tell, it is a very well-camouflaged red-tailed hawk in the tree.
Newly sprouted leaves cast shadows against a spring night sky.
Every day, we notice something new that has bloomed, fresh and green, until all of a sudden, “POP” – spring is here full force.
New leaves, not quite completely bloomed contrast their yellowish green against a bright, blue spring sky.
And suddenly – POP! A full canopy of maple leaves provides shade.
Spring is really Earth’s gift to us.
Tell me, what is spring like in your area? What birds do you have visiting? Leave me a comment, or just say hi!
Welcome May! Time to kick off our shoes and walk barefoot on the cool grass, open our windows and take in the fresh air, then gently let the memory of icy winter days & nights fade. Mother Nature is still betwixt and between seasons; not having made up her mind just yet. Some days the heat rises like a mid-summer day, and then others, like today, will have nighttime temperatures below freezing. Oh well, not to worry…it’s all a part of nature’s wonders.
“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.”
~ Mark Twain
Debbie 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.’”
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.
“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.”
~ John Muir
Cathi 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.”
“Wherever you go, no matter the weather, always bring your own sunshine.”
~ Anthony J. D’Angelo
Dori 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.
Wyoming 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.”
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!
Libbie’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 2010
René 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”.
Previous Suburban Farmgirl, October 2009 – October 2010
Paula 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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