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| sugarsfarm |
Posted - Jun 15 2006 : 8:35:45 PM
There are certain times as I am doing things around the house or chores around the farm, that I really feel like a true blue farmgirl. I mean I know that I am one, since I have lived on a farm my whole life, but there are times when I am feeling MOST farmgirlish. My moment of utter farmgirlish-ness is when I am atop a hay rack, being pulled by my dad on his tractor. I LOVE "surfing" the hay field on that creeky old pile of wood. Standing tall waiting for the next bale of hay to make its way down the shoot so I can stack it neatly (and tightly) in place. Today as I did this, I looked at the shadow that was being cast of me on the freshly cut grass, my hands on hip, hair pulled up tight in a bun. Pure farmgirl. I took it all in. The smell of the hay, the approaching storm clouds, my dad in his bib overalls, button down white workshirt and straw hat. It was awesome.
So as I thought about this I just knew that I wasnt the only farmgirl who felt this way, and I thought of all of you! So please share when you are feeling most farmgirlish!!
You must be the change you want to see in the world.
Mahatma Gandhi |
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| santa_gertrudis_gal |
Posted - Jun 20 2006 : 11:25:26 AM
Wow, I've tears! Yeah, I'm such a sap!
Each of you has reminded me I've done all that and some more. Libbie your personal triumph is a master piece of emotion and love. I've had the moments, too.
I've moved irrigation pipe, built fences, raked and baled hay, driven a combine, a cotton picker, and a green bean picker. I've pulled calves, been there comforting and encourgeing a mare during delivery, watch quietly as a rabbit doe kindled and milk cows in early morning and again as the sun sinks low. I've sat on the porch dirty from head to toe after working on a feeder slab for pigs, or worked 400 head of cattle through the shoots and branded their calves and feeling as if the world is so very good, and I'm clean and whole. I've sat on the porch and watched deer moving across the pasture, a coyote smelling the wind, a skunk or raccoon going about their routines, the birds singing, the insects humming. Mother Earth draws my soul and I've always surrendered to her beauty and wisdom.
Thank you with so much love for each of your farmgirl moments, as each one is also mine....
With love
Kim
Heaven is a day at the ranch with my Santa Gertrudis! |
| connio |
Posted - Jun 20 2006 : 10:47:29 AM
Hey Farm Girls
I feel most like a farmgirl when my hayfield has been mowed and baled, and I go out to look at the huge round bales standing like sentries in my field.
Connie
Texas Farm Girl
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| Libbie |
Posted - Jun 19 2006 : 12:50:52 PM
I just love this thread, too.
My very first "farmgirl moment" was during our first irrigation water turn down here. We do flood irrigation where the water is directed over the field in a series of ditches and furrows - you change it by hand and shovel, moving dams and blocking furrows with mud. Well, my husband was gone and the water needed to be changed and the sun was going down... - it was beautiful and cool and I was just plain overwhelmed. My feet stuck in the mud and pulled my boots off - I had blisters because I didn't wear gloves - I'd never watered a big field of pumpkins or anything else before and I wasn't strong enough it seemed to shovel what needed to be shoveled. I just stuck the shovel in the ground, leaned on it and cried - just let the tears roll. After doing that for five or ten minutes, I thought, "Well, there really isn't anyone who is going to sweep in and save me from the work - nobody is going to say, 'Poor thing, why don't I do this for you.'" So, I surveyed the mess of water, mud, ditches and furrows, and figured out the best way to get the water where it needed to be with the least amount of physical work, and shovel by shovel, did it. It's not really a big deal - people water fields every day - but for me, walking back to the house after doing that, knowing that I did it myself, was such a proud moment. I really felt like I had done something new and difficult for me, and I buckled down and did the work.
Now, my husband does the water turns, and of course, since I'm REALLY pregnant, I don't even help, but that moment was probably my first real time of knowing that I can do this - I can farm - I can be a farmgirl - and I can dare to do what is hard and what I've never done before.
I know that was long, but it was such a personal victory! Isn't it strange how sometimes, the small things are the big things???
XOXO, Libbie
"Nothing is worth more than this day." - Goethe |
| DaisyFarm |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 6:33:39 PM
Right now...at least that's my excuse for the way I look! Green hands from pruning tomatoes, hair curly from perspiration from working the in the greenhouse, old tshirt and sweats - which I put a hole in today with the saw. Lordy what a sight...off to the shower!
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| dargaonfly1054 |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 5:59:16 PM
Okay, yesterday afternoon my sweetie and I went out in the field and started to put up "gate" posts which were railroad ties.....And as I sat there waiting for my sweetie to do his thing, I sat there on the back of my truck looking out over my few five acres, looking at the fence that is beginning to get stood back up and I thought about the orginal question here, when do you most feel like a farmgirl and I felt it then. Putting up a gate for the fence, looking out over my land.....few acres tho it may be. It was very nice. 
Georgette
"There is a voice that doesn't use words........Listen." |
| TejasFarmgirl |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 5:58:30 PM
This is a wonderful thread...keep them coming! I feel most like a farmgirl working in my garden in the hot Texas sun and getting my hands (and everything else) dirty. Then going to sit on the front porch shaded by the big oak trees and feeling the breeze dry the sweat from my neck watching the hawks swoop and dive over the front meadow. Bliss. |
| knittingmomma |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 5:34:52 PM
When I look out our back door across the back porch and see the chicken coop with its flower box full of flowers in bloom, and through this view I see the clothes hanging out to dry, and beyond the beautiful garden with the lettuce, carrots, beets, and bachelor buttons all in rows.
Warm wishes,
Tonya - Simple Living Mom of 5
Natural Earth Farm - A Village Homestead making handcrafted goods of natural fibers - http://www.naturalearthfarm.com |
| knittingmomma |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 5:27:05 PM
When I look out our back door across the back porch and see the chicken coop with its flower box full of flowers in bloom, and through this view I see the clothes hanging out to dry, and beyond the beautiful garden with the lettuce, carrots, beets, and bachelor buttons all in rows.
Warm wishes,
Tonya - Simple Living Mom of 5
Natural Earth Farm - A Village Homestead making handcrafted goods of natural fibers - http://www.naturalearthfarm.com |
| westernhorse51 |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 2:27:39 PM
in my garden, thats my only peice of farm I have but it's wonderful, earthy & rich.
she selects wool and flax and works with eager hands Prov.31:13 |
| sugarsfarm |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 2:16:48 PM
I love hearing everyones special farmgirl moments!! I cant wait to hear more!! I can relate to each and everyone of you!!
You must be the change you want to see in the world.
Mahatma Gandhi |
| Shirley |
Posted - Jun 17 2006 : 12:15:28 AM
sitting on my deck with a cup of tea. looking at the garden growing,flowerbeds weeded, Llamas and sheep grazing contently in the field, chickens clucking and making chicken sounds and the doves making thier coo sounds. Life is goood
shirley |
| DaisyFarm |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 5:35:50 PM
I think what makes me most intouch with my farmgirl side is when I can bake something or put together a meal using only things I have grown/raised myself. Fresh, farm-raised roast chicken, new potatoes, green beans, baked squash...yum! |
| ThymeForEweFarm |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 4:34:05 PM
4:45 a.m. I love standing in the middle of the garden, a mug of hot coffee in hand, looking at row after row after row of blossoming peas, purple beans breaking ground, beet greens moving as frogs creep through; it's best when a light blanket of fog covers everything from my knees down. I watch as the sun comes up over the treeline of my forest. The roosters crow, and the tom turkeys converse back and forth between the hen house and barn. The wild birds have started to sing. You can hear an occasional trout jumping in the pond if the birds are quiet for a few seconds. It's good to be a farm girl.
Robin
www.thymeforewe.com
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| Meg |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 3:53:07 PM
What a wonderful thread! 
Ellen, I agree. When I take a moment at my Mom's farm to take in all the farm smells and sounds, all the little things and I know I am a farmgirl because there isn't anything more beautiful to me than those moments!
If I am not at the farm, my pink cowboy boots or a fun apron always do the trick! Or the accomplishment of a project no one, including myself thought I was capable of. That can do, will do, make do part of me always reminds me of my farmgirl side.
Oh, one more thing. My hubby in a cowboy hat driving our biggest farm trucks. The louder the diesel the better. MMmmmm.
MaryJane's daughter,
Meg
megan@maryjanesfarm.org |
| Mumof3 |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 1:36:44 PM
I feel most like a farmgirl first thing in the morning. I get up, fix myself some eggs and toast, trot out to the porch and eat a peaceful breakfast. Then it is off to the lines to hang clothes, weed the garden a bit and check on the baby wrens. Of course no farmgirl day would be complete without picking a fresh bouquet of hydrangeas to fill a large enamel bucket with!
Karin |
| Merryday |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 08:43:16 AM
What a wonderful topic and I love reading about all of your finest farmgirl moments. As a child, my greatest farmgirl experiences were probably swinging oh so high in the tire swing that hung from the giant cotton wood in the pasture... or riding bareback on my pony Duchess...
As a suburban farmmom, I had a great moment just yesterday. I was in the kitchen peeling the organic carrots I helped harvest volunteering at a local CSA. Still doing my best to carve out a piece of farmlife in the city Reading your posts inspires me to keep on going!
"As you travel through life, remember your goal, keep your eye on the doughnut, and not on the hole" - something my Pop used to say |
| Lavender Cottage |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 07:54:15 AM
All I can say is wow after reading all your entries! How great and wonderful the country is?
Last night after picking wild strawberries and standing in the middle of the field with the grass tall and swaying, nearly hiding everything from view and me there in my jean shorts and ragged old tank top with my puppy dog at my side taking in the warm evening breeze and the sweet smells of summer starting to emerge. Pure heaven-pure country! |
| serenity1652 |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 07:33:06 AM
I feel the most farm-girlish when I go out first thing in the morning to do my morning feedings. As I am feeding the pig with the chickens under my feet I hear the sheep and goats baaaaaing for their breakfast and Stormy (our horse) is pawing the ground wanting to know where his is. Oh what a life!!!
"May all of your farm girl dreams come true...as mine has"
http://shallowcreekfarm.blogspot.com/ |
| CabinCreek-Kentucky |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 07:01:20 AM
since i don't have a labor-intensive farm .. i still feel a connection to the earth and early settlers when walking around our 1800's log cabins .. touching the logs .. smelling them .. laying my ear against them to 'hear' all the lives that have been lived within these log walls over the last 150 years. i don't know what type of 'farming' was done here .. it is by far mostly woods .. we are surrounded by about a thousand acres of forest .. rolling hills on the cleared land .. and would dearly love to go back in time to various eras and see how life was lived here .. and i do .. in my imaginings as i touch and feel and smell and listen to the spirits of families gone before us.
True Friends, Frannie
My KENTUCKY RAMBLINGS 'blog':
http://cabincreekfarm-kentucky.blogspot.com/ |
| asnedecor |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 06:58:00 AM
The closest I get to feeling like I did when I was on the farm is when I am in the veggetable garden, either pulling weeds, picking beans or tending to the blueberry bushes. I have a little tractor seat/garden cart I sit on to get to those low weeds. It is barn red. I usually have my "grubbies" on and dirt on the front of me, hair all wispy and enjoying the bees and the birds. Then I feel I am back on the farm.
Anne in Portland, OR
"Second star to the right, straight on till morning" Peter Pan
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| Boxbreaker |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 06:08:15 AM
Hanging clothes on the line. It gives me so much time to think! And I get to slow down and really observe what's around me, which in a busy day of chores and homekeeping can be rare. Add my apron to the picture and I feel *really* farmish, and if my neighbors who are usually gone all day working in offices are around, it's too high to chart ;-)
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people because they enact their dreams into reality with eyes wide open. |
| Destiny~ |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 06:05:37 AM
Wearing my overalls.
Seriously, it doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing as long as I have those on-I feel like a farmgirl. I think it's because I'm connecting what I'm wearing on the outside with what I feel like on the inside. Kind of like, wearing a business suit makes you feel more professional. Does that make sense?
"Let us, together, sow seeds for a better harvest-a harvest for hope."
Jane Goodall, Harvest for Hope |
| junebug |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 04:46:36 AM
Leah, love the description, makes me want a real farm even more! But for now, I feel farmgirl-ish most when I'm tending to the gardens and feeding the chickens on our 5 acre farmstead, practice for the REAL thing someday! Good topic!
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www.herbalfarmstead.blogspot.com
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| dargaonfly1054 |
Posted - Jun 16 2006 : 03:11:26 AM
Leah, you describe that so perfectly!! Made me feel right there, picturing the whole thing. My 15 year marriage was to a dairy farmer, I was so not ready to be a farmgirl then. I did the raking the hay, pulling wagons, driving tractor while the guys picked stones......washed the cows udders before the milker got put on, helped first calf heifers deliver their calves, suffered when the calves died.... I hated it then, now I can't wait to get back to more of my farm roots, they are in there and I did have a great experience then that I wouldn't give up for the world.
Georgette
"There is a voice that doesn't use words........Listen." |
| shepherdess |
Posted - Jun 15 2006 : 10:33:46 PM
Feeding my sheep and tending to them
Farm Girl from Western Washington
" From sheep to handspun.
http://mountainmorningfarm.blogspot.com |
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