Our Little Farm, part 2

Yesterday I wrote about Our Little Farm  here. Today I’d like to answer everyone’s burning question “What the heck do you down there?” 

First let me show you our new barn. Now I know some people say a barn isnt  a barn unless you have animals in it. Well, I beg to differ, Mr. Dictionary says:

barn— noun

1. a building for storing hay, grain, etc., and often for housing livestock.
2. a very large garage for buses, trucks, etc.; carbarn.

This barn follows under the definition of a very large garage. Superman has been cute “decorating” his barn. I painted all the walls and he did all the rest. Do you see the old highway signs hanging there? Remember how I mentioned that Superman’s step-grandfather liked to collect junk? Well, here are some of his treasures. There was another old beat up barn that had to be torn down for safety reasons. I scoured the place for cool stuff. These are a few of the things I found. 
This is a super sturdy workbench Superman and Thomas made together. (Of course, this is before my awesome painting skills got ahold of that wall.)

Check out this fridge. On a hot day after sweating in the field, nothing is better than a nice cold drink and snack.

But THE most important feature is the bathroom. Indoor plumbing is such a good thing. For 29 years I’ve found the best spots behind bushes and overgrowth, but being able to use a clean potty….it’s a very good thing. Annnd Sam can have a cool drink of water whenever she needs it. I can wash my hands. The shower was a real relief the last time I was there, when when my body had an allergic reaction to the grass.

It felt wonderful to wash off.

As I said before, it wasn’t always the most fun to come to the farm. As much as I like working hard and getting dirty, it wasn’t something I looked forward to. Another thing I haven’t looked forward to is being an empty nester. It seriously caused me stress and anxiety when I thought about it. What were Superman and I going to do when the kids left us and it was just the two of us? 

I thought maybe I’d join Superman mountain biking. Ok, that idea lasted a total of 2.3 seconds. The guy has a skull on his back and comes home giddy with blood on his legs and stories about epic falls over the handlebars. No thank you.

Then for our anniversary last year, I bought him a tennis racquet, thinking hitting a few balls on the court would be fun. Well, let’s just say Superman is a wee bit competitive. He didn’t really warm up to the idea on his first day ever on the court and having his wife whip his fanny. (Woop Woop!!Go Mary! Go Mary!) ((Hey, a girl has to show em who’s boss, don’tcha know.))(((BTW, that’s his fake smile.)))

So THIS is what we will do when the kids are gone and on their own. We will build and grow things together. Neither of us have any experience so we will learn together. These are the beginnings our grapevine. On a cold day in February we began.


After me drawing a picture of the plans he found on the Internet, we got to work digging the holes for the grape arbor.

I didn’t actually dig, but I was a big helper in the measuring process.

Superman did all the heavy stuff like carry the poles from the old barn.

II’d sit on the timber while he cut them to the correct height. 
Then we’d tamp dirt around the pole. See, I’ve got my special tamping stick. It was so cold that day. I think I was wearing three or four layers there.


Now a couple of months later….Awww. A baby grapevine showing off its new leaves. So far Superman has planted 21 grape plants, some muscadine, some Pinot, and some Concord. Now I ain’t never heard tell of Gaffney being wine country, but who knows. Superman says he’d like for me to make jelly! Well alrighty then! Something I look forward to learning to do.

Another part of our growing adventure are the fruit trees planted. Superman has 50 different trees…pomegranate, pear, plum, fig, apples, peach. We dig the holes and fill in the dirt and spread straw around the base. 


To protect the young trees from deer eating them to the ground, we’ve built cages to go around them.


I roll out 10 feet of this wire caging. (Sam is of no help.)

Then we cut the wire, attach the ends together, then fold over the wire ends to secure.


TaDa! Cages around all the trees! As you can see grass and weeds grow up in the cages, so we’ll spend time pulling, cutting  and neatening up the mess around the trees.

Sam likes to dig…A LoT. She can dig to where her whole upper body is below ground. She come up for air with her entire face and nose are covered in dirt. I wonder what she smells in there.

After a long hard morning of digging, cutting, pulling, planting and pruning, you are nasty dirty and you are awfully hungry. Superman will treat me to a burger and fries from this fine establishment. Trust me, we fit right in. No judgment here.

On our list of things to do, is to start beekeeping! At a March Of Dimes fundraiser, we bid on several things and “won” this amazing lamp and a beehive! (It is the biggest table lamp I have ever seen. It is basically as tall as I am.) But the BEEHIVE! How exciting is this? It is still in the box at the farm, but when we jump into it I’m sure I’ll tell you all about it. 

So what do we do down at the farm? Right now our focus is on getting the fruit trees and grape vines to grow and produce good fruit. I really enjoy it when Superman , Sam and I hop in the truck and spend our day at the farm. Superman and I, side by side learning, researching and doing it together as a team, as a couple. We talk about the future, about our grandkids coming down here to pick fruit. We talk about the possibility of selling our future jams, jellys and honey at the local farmers market. We talk about our future together. And that makes me happy.

Thanks for dropping by!

2 thoughts on “Our Little Farm, part 2

  1. I am so jealous! I grew up on 23 acres in Savannah. We had a huge garden. When I was little we had pigs and cows. Then built horse stalls and a large timber chicken house. After my Dad died we stopped with the pigs and cows and started renting out horse stalls.
    My Mom raised all types of vegetables. She sold fresh garlic and spinach to the natural food store in town. And sold eggs to all the neighbors.
    It was the best place in the world to grow up and later to take my children to visit.
    I believe that hard work is the best thing for your body. I am hoping that my past lifestyle and my Mom’s good genes (she passed at 97 years old) will enable me overcome this breast cancer.
    I love seeing pictures of the upstate. Nothing like north Florida.

    • April, oh My Goodness! 23 acres in Savannah with chickens and pigs and gardens?! That sounds like my dream life. We have no animals. As dreamy as all of it sounds, I know it takes a whole lot of work to live that kind of life. What we have is fun.

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