country life thankful


One of my favorite things to do is sit with a journal or a good book or a friend and dream and pray and think. Something about the time spent quietly, thoughtfully, undisturbed is satisfying to my otherwise busy, crazy, full to the brim life. Today, I sat on our porch with my journal and a cup of mocha (the usual: organic cocoa, organic raw milk, raw honey) and I was overwhelmed with thankfulness.

Sometimes the peace and quiet of the country is so second nature that I don’t even notice it. Living on a farm away from the city is a beautiful thing. I forget the rush of the streets and the noise of the traffic. I forget the heat from the concrete and the masses of strangers encountered minute by minute.

I never imagined that I would live on a farm. The closest I ever got was the annual sheep to shawl event at Oatland Island or the elementary school fair petting zoos. I never dreamed that my husband would be a full time farmer/beekeeper.

I never thought about how food was grown or where eggs came from, when I walked down the street to the grocery store as a kid, except for the time our hippie babysitter filled my mind with PETA propaganda and I signed up for brochures and newsletters and attempted to boycott every company under the sun, for the sake of animal rights. I desperately wanted to be a vegetarian then, but I just couldn’t give up London broil or pasta carbonara. Now, even though we eat meat at least we know it was raised in the most humane way possible and we don’t waste any of it or take it for granted.

So, although I never fathomed country life for myself, here I am. Breathing this fresh country air. Drinking this clean water. Eating this amazing food. Loving living in the heart of Georgia, dreaming about the next chapter and trying desperately to be still today.

DISCLAIMER: I’m certain that a semi colon is in order somewhere in my random run-on sentence rant, but I’m just not sure where and quite frankly, it’s a rare time that the entire house is quiet and I can sit a spell to write, so please pardon my grammar and thank you so much for taking time away from your own ┬áday to read these ramblings. XO!!!

Strictly Business


Andy and I have been having this back and forth discussion lately about our business, Urbanna Farm, and whether or not to keep it going or shut it down. We started Urbanna Farm as a CSA farm a few years ago and after 2.5 years of CSA farming (growing veggies for families that signed up and paid ahead of time), Andy was offered a position to manage Family Tree Farm. The job came with a salary and housing. Both of which were lacking. So, we moved our small farm (a Milk cow and a steer, a few dozen chickens, a couple of donkeys, meat rabbits, dogs and I really don’t remember what else, since Andy did most of it, while I kept watch on the boys and stayed hydrated because we were expecting Buttercup).


Our honey bees stayed in their respective bee yards even though Family Tree Farm had a few bee hives and a lot more bee hive supplies and equipment than we ever dreamed of owning. Still, we’d developed a small market for our raw honey and we continued to sell it and wanted to keep the bees where they could produce an awesome supply of sweet honey.


So, that’s where we are now. I’ve started this little blog and we’ve been brainstorming about maybe scratching Urbanna Farm altogether, keeping Urbanna Farm as the ‘parent company’ of The Honey Bee Queen, which will hopefully produce more than a couple of blog posts every now and then, or just throwing in the towel on all of it and marketing the mess out of Family Tree Farm. It’s not really that big of a deal and perhaps we need to set up a date with our board of directors and figure it out.

It’s all sort of connected and I know we’ll figure it out. I’m just blabbing about it here, because it’s an excuse to take a little break from the other business that needs attention… Like the dishes…