The farm has brought me so much discovery, that I can hardly place it into words here. Moving to Kentucky, leasing expansive farm land and living the good life has given me room to reflect. I am happy.
Even though my household is on one income, and it is often colder than I can care to admit, I couldn’t go back to the city life – not just yet. Moving out to the rural way of life has opened my heart to things I would have overlooked in the past, as pure wonderment, I feel inspired to be more creative.
I gaze out my window each morning and I can see hundreds of black birds that I haven’t identified yet as crows or not. They don’t strike me as crows – they are pretty large. Still they feast on the old crops of corn and perch in the trees like dark looming officiant, ever keeping watch of my goofiness, as I try to behave like a true country girl. I tend to the chickens, clean the coop, play with the dogs, and rake up old cobs of corn and their husks to fill the compost area with it. I see red birds, deep blue ones, and I even saw a baby owl perched in a tree late one evening.
I find myself doing some odd practices like collecting dead branches – as if I have a wood stove, which I don’t. I just think they have some usefulness I have yet to discover. Since the chill of snow has me inside more than outside these days, I found projects to occupy myself with.
Enter the old school chair. I love re-purposing, redesigning and up cycling, and winter is the best time for some of these little projects. I found a small, school chair in a second-hand store. It was wood colored- stained and rather plain, too plain for my tastes. I went to work on it changing its plain blonde-stained wood color to a weathered white and black corner chair.
I thought it would be cute to add some handwritten words to it. When I wrote the words on the chair, I thought of my daughters.
Now, I still get out to the coop and still play around with my two dogs and two cats, but when it’s a near winter wonderland on the farm, I don’t miss the city or my hometown in New England. Instead, I feel creative and homey enough to turn one more shade of country. One thing I haven’t figured out is how to keep an old farmhouse from feeling so damn cold? I really love living in farm houses but since I lease property, how can I weather proof or insulate in small ways to keep the house toasty? After all, I have many more winter projects to do and the paint can’t be freezing up during the process. Ideas?