Summer at Hickory Hill Farm

 

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Before this summer is completely over I am determined to document the things we have seen and places we have been together.  I'm serious.  Gonna try anyway. First stop…Wisconsin.

When we were in Wisconsin we were able to catch up with an old school friend.  About the same time we left the Rockies for our European adventure some years ago, Gretchen left the Rockies to create a new life for her family back on the soil she grew up on. Back in the day her parents had farmed this land and sold Shaklee vitamins to my husbands folks.  She inherited their love for the natural world and the great outdoors. When both parents were gone she had a vision to bring the old homestead back to life as a modern market farm and is working hard to do just that.  

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 It is a year round effort to cultivate Hickory Hill Farm. Nothing goes to waste. In the spring they tap the sugar maples for syrup.  Summer time they hit the farmers markets with organic veggies, eggs, edible flowers and wild-gathered herbs.  In the fall they harvest corn, spelt, and wheat.  Winter brings fresh cut pine and dried roots to the market stalls. In between there is weeding, mending, reparing, building. It's just awesome.  It's a lot of work. A way lot.  Food, it's a miracle truly.

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Once upon a time I thought this was my destiny.  It turns out I was wrong but it is super inspiring for me to follow Gretchen's journey.  She is amazing. So glad we were able to visit in person. 

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And, people?  If you have never looked out over a lush, central Wisconsin valley and smelled the veggies and grain ripening in the heat or felt the rain pelt down from heavy clouds overhead, you don't know what you are missing. 

It was good to be back. 

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Feeding Grandma’s Chickens

 

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Where I come from houses are white and barns are red.  Not always, but very often. It just seems the way it should be.  My mother-in-law's farm is such a place, Wisconsin perfection with mown lawns and flowers planted near  the barn doors.  On summer evenings it is idyllic.  The little girls loved peeking inside the big red barn with her and visiting the hens. 

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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature.
~William Cowper

Pumpkins from the Farm

Visiting the pumpkin patch was a regular occurence this fall since the farm rotated the fields making pumpkins very accessible to us.  There were some varieties we have never seen before which were rather wart-y.  A couple weeks ago they began to harvest.  The crates came in and every evening there were fewer pumpkins as they were trucked off to the seasonal sale patch. They saved us several so tomorrow is the big day finally to decorate. 

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of growing boys and pumpkins

Just a handful of shots with this little man on the farm tonight.  Am backlogged and should be sharing those images piling up but humor me.  It's a late September sunset with a boy who is so very nearing the end of little boyhood and moving into middle boyhood.  So that's where I am tonight, trying to freeze these moments of my last "little" boy. 

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Growing up the only connection I made between autumn and spiders was Halloween and that mainly due to decorations. In England, the spiders are impossible to miss come fall. While out walking at dawn the other day the dew showcased all the webs we might have missed later in the day.  

 

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Turning around you can see the little pockets of white webs laying all across the lawn. One young woman who still lives at home is sticking to the concrete til the first hard frost…

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berry pickin’

"Better than an argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup."   Wendall Berry

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Yep.  No words can explain the pure joy of pulling food right off the plant. No words necessary to explain their reaction….

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After which the who-can-catch-a-berry-by-mouth game commenced.

May I present the winner….

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plums

 

Into the orchard this week.  It is much cooler than last year this time which makes for a far more pleasant job of picking. If it was warmer we would be fighting the wasps which devoured the fruit right on the trees last year.  There are two varieties of plums in great abundance – a red and blue tree.  Which of these many English varieties is anyone's guess.  I am always amazed at all the things I don't know.  How many fascinating things there are to know.  

 

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They cut well into the night to stay ahead of the weather.  Tall stalks of wheat falling into neat rows waiting to be bailed. "It's dusty on the road tonight," she apologized while we visited. "We're combining." No problem for us. Everywhere the breath of wheat as Willa Cather described:

“Everywhere the grain stood ripe and the hot afternoon was full of the smell of the ripe wheat, like the smell of bread baking in an oven. The breath of the wheat and the sweet clover passed him like pleasant things in a dream.”

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