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This post from HandPicked Nation (via Small Measures) really touched me this morning/afternoon. So much so, I wanted to share it with you!

After shedding some tears and feeling the ping of their loss, it makes me want to be positive. strong. and looking ahead with gratitude.

Happy Friday Friends!



family farm

I didn’t get to ride out to the new farm¬†¬†last week to pick up our first CSA box as I was at the vet (for 18 hours) with our Viszla. So, this week my husband loaded me in the car (yep, he’s good at that) and we started heading over the ridge to the new farm. Well, new to us.

The further we rode the more my mind and body began to relax. Around each curve on the road the beauty of our community unfolded in the trees and fields. The sun gleaming through the new leaves was breathtaking. With in no time, we were there. Rural Appalachia. Miles from the highway and the fast pace of the other world. Even our cove looked busy compared to this quiet, peaceful farm. It is absolutely beautiful.

It is simple yet full of energy and new growth. The sign hardly visible. A sweet shed springing with newly picked greens and a chalk board announcing that we all get fresh cut flowers this week. The Ivy Creek runs directly behind the old, original farmhouse that the family runs the CSA out of. Bright sun, mellowing sounds of the creek and the smell of spring in full swing. I was content as a kid in a candy store.

As I stood on the bridge looking down at the creek waiting for our freshly picked veggies to be pulled out of the cooler I thought, this is how it should be for everyone. We should all be able to go to our neighbors house to pull from the garden (when invited, of course). We should all have the privilege to eat fresh, local, seasonal, organic, ingredients. I love knowing exactly where my food comes from and who is growing it! I hope for a day that local and organic are not elite. That it is something we all can choose and can all afford.

Thanks to the Ivy Creek Family Farm for letting us into your CSA family. The radishes are already eaten and the strawberries have an appointment with a treat for our daughter when she gets home!

(Photos that the family farm sent to us with the weekly newsletter)

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walk the yard

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My friend Ansley and I were talking last week about how normally this time of year is a time of stillness and reflection. A reflection of our thoughts and dreams. A time to create a plan to bring our dreams to a reality.

This winter, however, has done nothing but stir our imaginations and energy. We feel like we should be doing something. Making things happen. Like the bees we see trying to get busy with pollination but it is a tad bit too early for all of us to expect any major results.

I am itching to get our herb garden planted. MRB and I have both been talking crazy talk like chickens, and bees and a garden. I mean, it isn’t too far fetched of an idea. After all, I am a farmer’s daughter, granddaughter, sister, great granddaughter, etc. It is bound to leech out of my blood at some point. But with this continuous warmth I have an itch that I just can’t scratch!

In the meantime, while we wait patiently for mother nature to do her business we are spending all the time outside we can. Today, we walked the acre a few times. Played in the creek. Admired the landscape we are so blessed to have. I mostly love having our sprout along to share the joy of tromping around the woods and splashing in the water with our rain boots on.

Plus, Cassidy isn’t tapped into the invisible fence so it is extra sweet to have her along. Her younger days in Banner Elk were spent running for hours with Logan, Hannah and Sugaree (who knows where they ended up half of the time) and walking the woods/mountains/trails with us any time the sun was shining. I could tell she felt the nostalgia of days past too!

As we walk and admire we day dream of our future with fresh herbs, fruits and vegetables. Maybe even a few chickens as pets and hive to bring us the liquid gold! One can always dream of great things! We will start small. Learn with each new, exciting step.