My dad was the typical dad, I think, when it came to comparing how HE grew up to how WE grew up. Most of you know what I mean…… “I had to walk to school every day and it was up hill both ways”…. “I had to pick up pecans after school to have money to buy shoes”, etc.
Yesterday, we had the opportunity to put in the first of several flower beds at the Farm. It was the first time this season, that I was able to get my hands in the dirt. I’ve missed that.
There was a time when you had to talk on the phone and stay in one spot. Or relatively one spot. This was because the phone you were talking on was attached to the wall……
Before Steve was able to move from St. Louis to Arkansas, we would talk on the phone A LOT, dreaming about what our lives would be like when hundreds of miles didn’t separate us. One of the things that I have struggled with my entire adult life is getting mired down by the mundane activities of daily life. Get up, get ready, go to work, come home, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed, get up….you know the drill.
The breed was developed in the in southwestern France in a town named Marans beginning in the 13th century. The United Kingdom began importing these chickens in the 1930s and they found their way into the United States shortly after World War 2.
We love to cook! We both come from a long line of good cooks and sitting down to share a meal with friends and family means so much to us. Some of our best memories are around a dining room table with the people we love. When you come for a visit to the Farm, rest assured you won’t go hungry and we will do our best to make something for you that’s delicious and memorable.
