Love of the Land

My grandparents: Woodrow and Mary Belle Phillips

Love of the land goes back deep on my mother’s side of the family. My grandfather had an eighth grade education.  He later went on to get his GED, marry my beautiful and smart Grandmother, own and run their farm, father five children, {my mom was the youngest} and become a successful entrepreneur.   He passed away a few years ago and my grandmother followed him 2 years later.  Oh, how I miss them.

I have so many fond memories of them and their farm.  I realize now how blessed I was to have that kind of childhood for my heritage.  My siblings and I had the freedom to roam the fields and barns to our hearts’ content.  In the fall, we had bonfires and picked pumpkins with our cousins.  Summertime brought crops of watermelons and cool-downs in our cousin’s pool {who also lived on the farm}. I remember my sister and I would pick soy beans out of the field and eat them raw for snacks.  What a life!

A simple life.

I think a love of the land is something you either have in you…or you don’t. I have it in me. There’s something about the earth…the rich soil…that gets to me. I don’t mind the grungy feeling on my hands or the ache in my back.  Hard work is good for the soul.

My mother must have it too, because she faithfully planted gardens with us children every year.  It didn’t matter where we were.  Rental houses, our home in the Delaware woods, the suburbs of South Carolina…we had a garden.

 I want to pass that love on to my children…

△ △ △ We found some yellow Violas and purple Kale for mere pennies yesterday {thanks to clearance!}.

 Dennis the menace was sleeping, so Emma Claire and I got to plant in the peace and quiet.

△ △ △ She’s really sick – bless her heart – but I think the digging was therapeutic. It wasn’t long before this wise guy felt the need to make up for Shiloh’s absence…

△ △ △ He discovered that it didn’t taste as good as it looked…

△ △ △ Even as 1-yr-olds, they take their job of “helping” very seriously…

△ △ △ I may have snuck in a little rearranging…

Although our backyard is extremely small here, I catch my girls all the time with spoons and other kitchen items digging in the dirt by the brick outside our house.  They “plant” things and search for bugs and worms.  I refuse to scold them.  Spoons wash easily and I’m relieved they’re not prissy girls.

I’m not sure how long these will last when the heat of our midwestern summers begins to take over, but we’ll enjoy them as long as we can.

 I have a dream of owning lots and lots of land one day.

I would like a stream on the property and Steven and I agree we need horses.

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After reading an article in Martha Stewart’s Living on Eliot Coleman’s natural style to farming…

 …I’ve decided I want to have organic produce and feed my family primarily from it.
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I would also want an herb garden similar to Martha’s

Some old stone would be lovely too…

I would host parties with neutral colors outdoors like this…

And organize my tools like this…

That’s what I’m going to do when we get some land one day.

{Sources found by clicking on photos.}

“The earth has music for those who listen.” – William Shakespeare