Back to our roots
Family of three here. Johnny (27), Lindsey (25), Elias (5 mon)We just moved from the beautiful mountain city of Asheville, North Carolina to Northeast Georgia. Johnny and I grew up within a mile of each other. We were living in a communal house on a budding microfarm in Asheville with some really cool homesteaders. After much deliberation we decided to make the move back home. We are living with my parents while we settle in. We wanted to be with our families. We wanted our son to know his great grandparents. Now we are a stones throw from all our family members, for better or for worse. This seems to be unheard of nowadays. We love it.
My dear Grandmother, I call her Grandi, loves flowers. She isn’t a very social person but she is very social with her flowers. I love watching her walk through her array of flowering trees and roses. For about 35 yrs. her and my papa worked long and hard in their garden right next to their home. It’s right on the lake and my grandma always tells me about how my papa used to accidentally drive his tractor into the lake. I remember helping my grandma pick beans in the hot and humid summers then we would string them while we drank freshly juiced orange juice with ice in it and buttered bread.
Now that they are aging, my husband and I have taken over their 5000 square foot garden plot. As we post here, we want to share our adventures of sustainable food production, pastured poultry, and many other ideas, joys and sorrows we get to face on a daily basis.
Family of three here. Johnny (27), Lindsey (25), Elias (5 mon)We just moved from the beautiful mountain city of Asheville, North Carolina to Northeast Georgia. Johnny and I grew up within a mile of each other. We were living in a communal house on a budding microfarm in Asheville with some really cool homesteaders. After much deliberation we decided to make the move back home. We are living with my parents while we settle in. We wanted to be with our families. We wanted our son to know his great grandparents. Now we are a stones throw from all our family members, for better or for worse. This seems to be unheard of nowadays. We love it.
My dear Grandmother, I call her Grandi, loves flowers. She isn’t a very social person but she is very social with her flowers. I love watching her walk through her array of flowering trees and roses. For about 35 yrs. her and my papa worked long and hard in their garden right next to their home. It’s right on the lake and my grandma always tells me about how my papa used to accidentally drive his tractor into the lake. I remember helping my grandma pick beans in the hot and humid summers then we would string them while we drank freshly juiced orange juice with ice in it and buttered bread.
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