This past weekend, I went back to Kentucky to see my extended family. And, of course, I had to check on the garden to see how it was coming along. It’s not drastically different from the last report. The garden … Continue reading
As I mentioned in my last gardening post, I planted some peas in a planter on my deck last Thursday afternoon. (There’s nothing to see in this picture other than a pot of dirt as I had just planted the … Continue reading
I’m working on the “Garden on the Deck Project: how much you can grow on a 56 sq foot deck in 6 planters while still having room to walk and a place to sit.” That title is just about as … Continue reading
The other day, I casually walked over to the glass door by my deck to check on my plants and was confronted by this scene. GOODNESS GRACIOUS! My first instinct was to run away. My second instinct was to grab … Continue reading
I love farms.
Every summer as a kid, when I visited my extended family in Kentucky, I loved to ride around with Papa and my cousins and check out the family farms. Because I only saw the farms once a year, I never really knew them that well. Now that I live closer and can visit more often, I have asked Papa to take me around and show me the farms more thoroughly as well as some of the really beautiful spots around the county.
Last week, he took me to one of the farms that has been in the family for several generations. Most of it is covered in trees, but it’s still fun to drive around hear Papa tell me the history of it.
Apparently, before there was a paved or gravel road to the farm, this was a back way through the creek to get to the farm.
I see you hiding back there, little barn.
Papa said this hollow goes for a mile or two.
Maybe I can convince my cousin Lauren to explore up to the head of the hollow with me this summer. Perhaps we could fix up Julio for our journey. I’m thinking “Ain’t Skeered: Part 2” might be in our future.
Now, let me tell you a story about me and this fairly moderate incline.
Growing up, I was obsessed with cars and driving and could not wait to get my license. In the summers before I was 16, I always looked forward to driving Papa’s truck around on the farm, where no other parties were subject to harm.
One day, I was having a grand old time driving up and down the gravel road when I decided I needed to go across this little ditch and up the hill to this barn on the left. I didn’t (and still don’t really) know how to drive a truck on this mixed terrain. Evidently, I did not give the truck enough gas because I proceeded to get stuck just past the ditch as my wheels slid on the gravel/grass/dirt hill. Scared for my life, I yelled to my Uncle Brian who was standing nearby and he instructed me on how to put the truck in 4-wheel drive. After a few dicey moments, I made it up the hill, all 50 feet of it. Thank goodness I didn’t start to slide backward because I could have been seriously injured as I ran into…..a grassy field.
Ok, so maybe it wasn’t really a life-threatening situation. It seemed very serious at the time.
For my farm touring adventures, I’m going to let Papa do the driving.
Y’all be careful,