Meanwhile...Back on the Farm
The past few weeks I've found myself quietly and sometime not so quietly longing for Spring. The weather patterns here in Western North Carolina have been challenging to say the least this year. We'll have a few days in the 60's & 70's, bright and sunny, then back in the 20's & 30's with a chance of snow. I've never seen bulb plants so confused - poor things! But all of my anticipation has lead to memories of growing up on my grandparents farm in South Georgia. No threat of snow there just sweltering heat and the occasional cool breeze that traveled over from the coast to give us a bit of relief.
As a girl, this old barn was full of tractors and heavy equipment. There would be bushels of peas and butterbeans, corn & okra. Now it sits vacant - except for the small studio apartment that my grandpa allowed an "Ol- Boy" as he calls him to build and live in. The man helps my grandpa- age 95, keep the grass cut and does odd and end projects for him. They still manage to grow their own vegetables but not to scale I remember as a child.
I love this picture of my grandpa and my daughter under the pear tree. Those were our "snacks" as kids, we had pears, plums, apples, peaches, oranges, blackberries and wild blueberries and muscadine grapes on hand at all times. While my grandfather had a career as a contractor and home builder, he always kept a farm of some sort whether peanuts or blueberries, pecans or watermelon - just like his father - who moved to Georgia from South Carolina in the 30's to teach tobacco farming that would ultimately strengthen the Georgia economy after the great depression.
But for me farming is still about the promise of life - the first bud or blossom and then the bloom and finally the fruit...or the gorgeous flowers that used to bring my grandmother so much joy. I use the phrase "sharing the gifts of nature" because that is, what it is and what is always was. Those big blue Hydrangea my grandmother pruned and fussed over came back every year - no matter how harsh the winter or early the frost. They were a gift. Their beauty graced our home and made my grandmother smile ear to ear. The farm is and always was about life- telling us that we would eat well for another year, reminding us that we were loved, supported and well cared for. The honey bees were always a sign that summer was fast approaching and it was almost time to kick off our shoes and play in the yard.
I love that we get to use our business to support local farms. Each farm has it' sown unique style and varieties of plants and flowers. Thank you to Pisgah Blooms for the beautiful Viburnum varieties - Not only do we get to bring the freshest, seasonal flowers to our clients, we also get to work with folks like Philippa who see the beauty in each plant and seed - knowing that our food doesn't come from a can and that our fresh flowers don't come from the grocery store- They come from the earth, the same earth that supports and sustains us all -year after year, season after season. Please feel free to call or contact us for a list of local seasonal flowers or native plants & herbs. We try to always have local seasonal varieties on hand. It is our joy to share the gifts of nature with you... Spring will come, eventually!