Everything old becomes new again doesn’t it? I smile every time I see the #FarmhouseStyle hashtag. It’s a popular style right right now between television shows on HGTV and the pop up shows nationwide. Where I’m from the farmhouse wasn’t styled but options chosen for their ability to last, inexpense to purchase and ability to work. As I walk barefoot to our small gardens at #TheTackyBrownHouse I grab my large bucket of water and my small, rusted, dented watering can and head out.
We’ve planted four small gardens this year, and we’re very much novices at the whole process. Heaven help us if we ever have to live on what we can produce. We’re thankful for what we can personally grow and each year we’re learning to grow, can, preserve and enjoy the bounty Personally, I am just learning as I go. My squash is blooming right now among flowers and peppers, crab grass fighting me every inch of my above ground 4 x 8 boxes that are as was said in Pride & Prejudice…”for my very own use” It’s a barefoot journey every morning out our back door, just off the deck to delight in what has changed over night…
Today’s surprise was this leggy beauty. I think I remember a type of sunflower, but the truth is I don’t have a clue and I’m just tickled it’s there as is its sister.
We’re having a water crisis in our township with unfortunate news about contamination from plants nearby. That old watering can is necessary as I save rainwater and purchase water for our animals. It was given to me by an old farmer who remembered fondly how his wife used it as a bride back in 1944. He asked if I’d like to have it for my new garden at #thetackybrownhouse since my husband calls me his bride when we go to visit.
There are some things you cannot put a price on, that old pail and the stories shared by my farmer friend simply are priceless.
