The Farm-Stead

Posted by on Apr 29, 2015 in New | 1 comment

 We lost count of years,

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 when Maddy still had cropped blonde bangs;

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 and Jules could blow away,

MP and I began taking our granddaughters on an escapade each October around Solvang.

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By the time Izzy joined us she was merely two.

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A whirlwind of silly stops at Ostrich Land, miniature pony ranches, apple picking, tire swinging,

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rescue donkeys and pumpkin medleys; morphed over the years.  Last October we retired the trip—Madelynne had Homecoming on her mind and calendar. The waterfall was dry; the apple orchard was neglected to a dust bowl; pesky bees annoyed our vineyard picnic.

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The remaining glory stayed true for Jules and Izzy—dinner at Grappolo. Our beloved last stop at the Peace Barn was a solemn disappointment.  We spotted blame on the drought, nevertheless we all knew the girls had outgrown childish rituals.

 

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Without Maddy subtleties changed; we all agreed to see this era end.

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Last week, MP and I revived the trek with a fresh food-filled (just us) wandering approach.

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And, on the last drizzling morning we motored toward the Peace Barn.

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Hallelujah.

 

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A young couple purchased the buildings and farm coloring a newfangled rainbow over rows of fleshy greens,

 

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strawberries

 

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and copious veggies.

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Abel, the broad-shouldered ambitious farmer spoke to me about the changes saying,

 

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“Some have been berating me for what we have done here.”

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I humbly reassured him.  “Abel is a perfect name for a real farmer.”

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And, I wondered to myself as I picked eggs from the refrigerator, what the farmer’s wife might be named.

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Her artistic essence, chalkboard path, pastel eggs,

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baked goods and

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golden goodies overflowed the

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jam-packed barn space like a simmering Alsatian cassoulet.

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Anyway, next October there will be two young ladies with Homecoming on their minds…

 

 

One Comment

  1. 6-7-2015

    Wow! Really great photo’s! I am catching up on your blog!

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