After The Storm...

Brynwood Needleworks - Sunset On The Farm

 

Monday was dotted with occasional heavy rains, and we enjoyed sunny, breezy hours in between. It was an overall lovely day. Even as the sun set over our farm, we were treated to one more blessing...this beautiful, evening sky.

 

Tuesdays With Tag - We're Lovin' The Farm...

Brynwood Needleworks - Tag on the Front Lawn

Hi, Everybody!

It's been a great first few days on the farm! Bella and I are havin' a blast! We've been lovin' all the company, and it's a great place to live even when no one is visitin'.

Brynwood Needleworks - Tag and Bella on the Farm

Dad, Bella and I were out explorin' the yard, and I even found some good stuff of my own! At the end of the machine shed were all kinds of interestin' things left over from the cat-feedin' station that the previous owners had for their barn cat.

Mom and Dad warned them that two fierce dogs were gonna be movin' in, so they moved the feedin' station, but not all the goodies. They were there for so long that they smelled really disgustin'...just perfect for a good roll around - and fetch somethin' to give to Mom.

She was not amused, and proved it by grabbin' my stinkin' prize and then givin' me a bath! I'm not sure why she didn't like my present, but she kept gaggin', and I had to giggle a little even though I smelled like Dawn dish detergent when she was done. (Who do you think was gaggin' then?!)

Brynwood Needleworks - Tag and Bella "Wrastlemania"

Bella and I are able to run circles in the house these days. Mom lets us 'cuz this carpeting is on its way out. There's a little "demo" goin' on first, so it's stayin' in place to protect the wood floor underneath. Anyway, Bella and I aren't gonna let a wide open space in the house go to waste, so we acted like jerks, runnin' and wrastlin' until she told us to knock it off.

Brynwood Needleworks - Tag Enjoying The Sunshine

I'm lovin' rollin' around in the grass without worryin' about those pesky fire ants! This grass smells sweet, and it's real soft. Add a sunny day, and a Corgi (or a black Labrador) could waste a whole day lyin' around, doin' nothin'!

I think that's just what I'm gonna do for a while...nothin'. Well, maybe play hide and seek with Bella if she shows up. We're lovin' the farm as much as Mom and Dad do. It's a very great place, even if they didn't call it "Corgi Hill Farm"!

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then...  

"Chase A Dream - Or A Squirrel".

How We Named Our Farm...

Brynwood Needleworks - Hickory Nuts From Our Farm

I was asked in one of the comments received on my initial post to explain how we came up with the name for our farm.

Our home is located on a hillside at the end of our road. The property is dotted with beautiful trees; maples, oaks (yay!), pine trees and multiple hickory trees. I offered up "Clermont Farm" thinking of my grandfather's middle name, but after discussion, Handsome and I decided, instead, to honor the land, rather than a person, in naming our new home.

As the hickory trees not only offer shade and beauty to our landscape, but also their fruit for sustenance, we decided on Hickory Hill Farm. The more we repeated it, the more perfect it felt. A friend has offered to do a sign for us, and we'll definitely take him up on his offer.

Shelly brought a bag of hickory nuts (that had been shelled last season and then frozen) as a gift for us. She said the lady who shells them is in her 80s, and we should watch for shell pieces "just in case". I've never tasted hickory nuts before, so she explained to me that they taste like pecans. She uses them in cookies, cakes and pies. One taste and I knew why. They're delicious...and more special because they come from our property.

Brynwood Needleworks - A Fan of Pears

 

Over the weekend, not only were we blessed to have our sons and their families give the farm their resounding seal of approval, but some of my family visited as well. More enthusiasm, not only for the property, but also for some of the fruit grown here. 

On our tree line is one beautiful pear tree (remember the pears Andy brought on our first day here?). As our kitchen is a blank slate right now (more on that this week), I have no way to can pears here, so I offered them to my niece. We filled a grocery bag that she took home with her.

While we were picking (and her teenage son was up the ladder and shaking the tree for more), her two year old was munching on fresh fruit. I have to say, it warmed my heart to see such eagerness this young lad showed for eating pears.

My dear friend (of fifty six years!) came on the spur of the moment to see us, too. She's in Wisconsin from Georgia to see her mom. Once she knew we were here and we caught up about our new home purchase, she dropped everything and came to see me. (I'm so blessed by her friendship all these years.) I sent her home with a handful of fruit, and while food provides sustenance for our bodies, seeing her always fills my soul.

I'm sure you're not surprised that I haven't been sewing, stitching, or knitting these days. Maybe  I can get back to some of that soon. For now, I'm savoring every second of the beginning of our new life on the farm. I know you understand.

 

Tag and Bella can't wait to catch up with you tomorrow. Boy, have they had an interesting weekend!