Strawberry Lane: The garden, today

November 25, 2007

The garden, today

My tranquil corner of the garden.

2 comments:

Rising RainbowNovember 26, 2007 at 11:56 AM
OK, Marvel, I just have to say that this is sick!! We are all sitting up freezing our you know whats off and you're posting pictures of impatiens in your garden. I am so jealous!! Most everything in my garden is pretty pathetic looking.
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Strawberry LaneNovember 26, 2007 at 12:45 PM
You are just too funny, MiKael. However, I didn't show the rest of the garden area. The backyard? A lovely ... brown.
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How nice of you to take the time to write. I appreciate your stopping by and do love hearing from you. Even though I cannot always reply to each comment, I enjoy reading them.

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I hope you enjoy visiting our little farm and meeting all our critters. We greatly enjoyed having you here.

Big Fork In The Road

How this farm thing came about is quite unlikely.

I was a Nebraska girl dreaming of living in New York City, wearing Chanel suits, pearls and very high heels. A farm was never part of the plan. Life was about cashmere sweaters, not dirty, muddy shoes.

Then I met a handsome movie star in California. He was charming and good natured, ... but he had a past.

He'd grown up on a farm. He milked cows, rode his horse to school and apparently wore very dirty boots.

He convinced me that our life would be ... normal. And for years, it was. Then, something happened. We decided we needed to live on a farm.

So, that's where we are ... with a barn, horses and all kinds of other creatures necessary to call this a farm. It's true that Hollywood isn't too far away, along with the hectic life that we avoid. There are no dusty roads or Cottonwood trees to line the drive ... this sure isn't Nebraska.

However, with the ocean nearby and all the sunshine, this will do. We love this peaceful life with our animals. And I've become quite attached to my well worn, dusty paddock boots. And, oh by the way, I do wear very tired, very old cashmere sweaters in the barn. Life is good.