Hi, and welcome to my first post at Mother Earth Living! I’m so thrilled to be able to join the other bloggers here and I hope you’ll come back and visit often. Since I'm new, I'll start by telling you a bit about myself.
I was born and raised in the Midwest. Over the years we moved often; however, the fond memories I had of my grandmother's home in the country always stayed with me. Her home was set on a grassy hillside bordered by a long row of fragrant lilacs and a creek running nearby. The woods on the hill provided endless chances for me to explore and each evening the songs of the whippoorwills would sing us to sleep. Even though I spent most of my growing up years in the suburbs, her country home always held a special place in my heart.
Photo by Mary Murray
Fast forward a few years, and I'm off to college. I traveled to the Rocky Mountains for five years, returned home after graduation, married my sweetheart, and we settled into our first home. It wasn't long, though, before our apartment felt small...we needed to stretch our legs! That was the beginning of many Saturday mornings we'd pack a map, along with a picnic, and head out looking for a few acres of our own. My husband had grown up on a 100-acre farm, and I still had those warm memories of my grandmother's home, so it was decided that a farmhouse outside of a small, Mayberry-like town was what we wanted.
We finally found that home...an 1864 farmhouse on 10 acres. Although it needed quite a bit of renovation, the mahogany, chestnut, and red oak woodwork sold us. It was filled with craftsmanship from another time—a hand-carved banister, floor-to-ceiling windows, and 9-foot arched front doors with wavy glass.
So, we dug in our heels and began making changes. Carpet came up, flocked wallpaper came down, and plaster was repaired. As we continued to make this farmhouse our own, we named it Windy Meadows Farm, and welcomed a sweet girl and boy to our family…now that boy and girl are teenagers, oh how the time has flown!
Our farm is what's commonly called a hobby farm, and our 10 acres were originally part of a 1000-acre land grant for Revolutionary War service. We're so fortunate to be surrounded by family-owned farms that have been handed down from generation-to-generation. With room to roam, space for gardens and animals, it's now our turn to be caretakers of this home.
Along the way I've worked in the corporate world and had my own business. Once our children came along, I was fortunate enough to be able to work from home as a cookbook editor. These days I'm home full-time, chauffeuring kids, tending gardens, learning to spin and weave, and teaching myself to fiddle. I’m putting a retro spin on a 1963 Yellowstone camper named Maizy, and I usually have a camera in one hand and a cookbook in the other. On our farm you'll find a flock of chatty hens, friendly Nubian and Lamancha goats, a handful of barn cats, buzzing honeybees, and a trusty farm dog.
Photo by Mary Murray
I love old houses, wooden barns, and simple, old-fashioned ways. It's the country pleasures that mean the most to me: tying on an apron for Sunday dinner, barn sales & auctions, farmers' markets, county fairs, porch swings, and slow train rides. Add to these things the laughter of children, and I couldn't be happier.
And so, on this snowy winter day, I welcome you to my farm. I'm so lucky to be doing what I love each day. I'm happy you're here and I hope you'll visit often. When you do stop by, you'll read my thoughts on country living and get a peek at what we're doing. I'll also share some of our favorite recipes, family traditions, and show you the changes we're making to our farm along the way.
Welcome to our farmhouse...life is good.
Mary is a Midwest farm girl who will tell you, “I love simple, old-fashioned ways. For me, it’s the country pleasures that mean the most ... tying on an apron for Sunday dinner, barn sales & auctions, farmers' markets, county fairs, porch swings, and slow train rides. Add to these the laughter of children, and I couldn't be happier!” You can visit Windy Meadows Farm here, Windy Meadows Farm.