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Creeping, Crawling Bugs!

Creeping, Crawling Bugs!

We have seen so many new (to us) and different bugs here!  We’ve even had to ask an entemologist friend to help identify some of them.  And!  we’ve found some great already-dead specimen that are safely stored.  Here are some pictures (click on the picture to get a bigger view) – don’t let your skin crawl! 🙂 – Mary B.  Imperial Moth – moth (wings not completely unfurled) and caterpillar

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Where is the farm?

Where is the farm?

GRRR (pronounced GRRR), Greer’s, Grier, the town between Spartanburg and Greenville – Greer, South Cackalakee, I mean South Carolina! Have you been to Greer lately? When I was growing up in South Carolina, it was a dot on the map. Today, it’s got an international airport, major businesses, a thriving downtown, proudly local businesses, big box stores, and a grocery store every ten miles on 29. Southern Hills Lavender is

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Painting on the grass

Painting on the grass

With a field of corn, you get to redo the planting every year and you even rotate where it’ll be.  But how do you figure out how a field should look for plants that will be there 10-12 years?  It’s a semi-permanent design!  We used to dream about how we’d lay out a field and talked about straight lines, designs, everything.  But we couldn’t really work on it until we

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Who needs a plan?

Who needs a plan?

I’m the organizer and planner.  I make lists.  I check things off and love bullets.  We had a list of things to look for when looking at land.  We have a list of all of our ideas and when we’d like to implement them over the next 3 years.  And, we have a Master Plan for the development of the 15 acres. What does that mean – a Master Plan? 

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Novelties of Country Life

Novelties of Country Life

The field grass was 2 feet tall and we had a clothes line. Those are 2 things we never experienced while living in a neighborhood. Moving to the “country” has been eye-opening and satisfying. My parents were gardeners, but I don’t think they’d thought one of their kids would ever end up on a farm. But ever since we got married, we’ve had plants and especially in our last house,

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