OK. So I’m one of the herd. I’m trying to be pretty active in a couple of on-line knitting communities and one of them recently associated with a book and organization I’ve enjoyed for awhile: Mary Jane Butters (http://www.amazon.com/MaryJanes-Ideabook-Cookbook-Lifebook-Farmgirl/dp/1400080479/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1214968885&sr=1-2) . Miss Violet (of Lime & Violet podcast fame) started a “hen circle” for those of us digging into the farm girl in ourselves.
Our first task is to write about ourselves. So:
Farmgirl? Me? I lived in San Francisco for years and years; grew up in suburbia. What could be farm girl like about me? Plenty.
I have many fond memories (and a few pictures…I’ll have to dig them up!) of playing on the farm: helping grandma gather eggs, sitting on grandpa’s tractor, eating dinner at noon at a large table filled with good ‘ol meat and potatoes good stuff! I think therein was laid the foundation of the farm girl within me.
At our own home, my mother cooked marvelous things from scratch, made most of my clothes, and came up with the most ingenious, practical ideas for any problem that arose. She taught me to sew but I balked at cooking and baking.
When I was in my 30’s and single, I dreamed of living in a cabin in the woods. As I was then a college student in San Francisco, majoring in theatre, it seemed that that dream was mere fantasy. But over the years, things transpired to eventually bring me to Pescadero, California. I found myself living in a small cabin among the redwoods in a very small, close-knit community. I was in heaven.
Of course, life took over and after a couple of years I found myself once again in suburbia. But now I lived in a duplex with a bit of a yard and had a small daughter I wanted to introduce to the joys of nature. I planted tomatoes, herbs, and radishes. I busied myself learning and practicing aromatherapy. I baked pies from scratch. I delved into the mysteries of “putting up” foods, which for me at this point, generally meant making big batches of sauces, etc. and freezing them. I was down to earth economical.
Again…life progressed and changed (specifically, divorce). I found myself still in the suburbs and now working full time, but still determined to keep at least a small garden. I remarried and we moved to a small coastal town. A benign brain tumor had robbed me of my ability to smell, putting the kibosh on my aromatherapy endeavors. But neither that nor living in a suburban community ended my farm girl ways. In fact, growing older has allowed me to explore them to their fullest. I learned to knit, am learning to spin, love to cook and bake, and busy myself (much too much) sewing costumes for my daughter’s dance school. Our garden, thanks primarily to my husband, is soon to offer us potatoes, carrots, radishes, garlic, tomatoes…and frankly, I’m not sure what all else! That, along with a nice assortment of flowers. And as a family we make it a point to support our local farmers and businesses – keeping the community our focus as we learn and strive to protect our resources, our mother, and ourselves.