Welcome to Mar-Be-Me Farm

This is my attempt to introduce our little farm to the world wide web via blogging. Over the past eight years, my husband Mark, daughter Meredith, and I have taken a pasture with a house and turned it into a farm complete with cows, guineas, chickens, minature donkey, horse and a cat family living in the chicken coop.

Growing up on an acre lot in a neighborhood as a kid, going to Montrose, GA to visit my grandparents farm was a treat. Well, unless it was summer. They NEVER used A/C. Their farm just had goats and chickens and a massive garden. It was on family land that had been in the family for generations. I spent more time with my grandparents shelling peas than any other activity.

My husband always wanted to be a farmer, so his extensive career with Gold Kist/Southern States was way of realizing part of his dream. Unless a person is born into a farm family business it is near impossible to up start a farm and make a living. This reality caused him to be creative. He helped farmers professionally by becoming a nationally certified crop advisor. He dreamed about barns and fencing he would have at his own personal utopia some day. His doodling on napkins and scrap paper began to inspire me.

Although my dream at 17 was to live in a loft high above a city and buy unbelievable art that would eventually be priceless, my dream at 27 was totally different. I was blessed to have life experience that taught me that home is where the one's you love are, not a geographical place. It also taught me that some of the best dreams are not the one's the world tells you to have, but the one's you draw up with your true love as you wait for the power to come back on after an ice storm. It is the dream you have as you feel the rain fall on your back as you pick tomatoes to make homemade salsa. It is the dream that is born when our child lights up at a neighbor's farm...

So, December 2001, we made an offer on a nine acre property with a house (we affectionately still refer to the house as the "Money Pit"). It was a house we saw a year earlier that listed way higher than we could afford, but as fate would have it, the price was lowered about the time we got a contract to sell our house in a subdivision. We made a deal and moved in February 2002.

So, flash forward eight years... I get such a kick out of the every day comedy that I see at our little nine acre utopia. I thought you may, too.