Back from the farm
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Went to the family's property in Georgia Friday, just got back a couple of hours ago. Usually, the guys are working hard on the property during the summer to prepare for hunting season and the winter, this weekend was no different. While I was going to the store with my father in law, hubby and the three girls were out chopping up the last of the trees they cut down the other week. Then, hubby took the tractor across to the farmhouse and hared up the ground underneath the pecan orchard. The girls picked some grapes for a snack (I hope there are still some left this coming weekend when we go back). Hubby already hared up the garden the girls worked on this spring and summer, since the last of the veges and fruits were eaten by the deer and other animals out there.
My father in law's cousin came over and sprayed weed killer in the ditches along the property line and under the pecan trees lining the road. The girls have a blast going out there and picking the pecans when they are in season! They have a "wheel" they use and a five-gallon bucket. The girls are in for a treat when we take the pecans to my mom's so she can show the girls how to make pie! I may make some pecan bark and pralines if we have enough.
Then, of course, I didn't want to deviate too far from my program of some sort of activity daily. So, after hubby stated he was ready to turn in (before sunset!), the girls and I decided to take a walk down to the old cemetery. We walked down there with the Girl Scouts on our big five-day camping trip in June, but since my middle daughter was the only one that went with us she was the only one that had seen the old graves! It was nearing dark, so the woods around us were getting all foggy and of course it gets darker actually IN the woods than on the road. We went in the first part of the cemetery, looked around quickly, and went to the second part. When it's lighter, I will take them back out there to read the names. Some of them are my hubby's family. One of the graves had an inscription that said something about the mother of so many kids, buried with her last one in her arms. So sad! Not quite as sad as the family in the cemetery my mother in law is buried in that had the mother and father, then eight nameless children. Also a part of my husband's family.
As it was getting darker (the cemetery is over a mile from the farm so it took us a while!) a truck comes up. The driver asked us if we were okay and if we needed a lift. We told him, "no, thank you" and he drove off. A little bit further down the road, here he comes again, "are you sure?" "Yes, we're sure, we are just walking off our dinner." "Oh, we hardly ever see people walking, do you need anything? Water? Beer?" Again, "no, thank you." Then, he introduces himself as the neighbor about another mile from the cemetery. I introduce myself as a member of the family that the road is named after. He tells us the next time we're here and we need anything, that they are almost always home. Of course, we've already met one of the other neighbors, a member of the family that the other road is named after, the farmer that leases out part of the land, a couple of other cousins, and one of the game wardens.
It is a really small world, when we found out that my father in law and mother in law were born and raised not too far from each other (but had to come to Jacksonville to meet and marry), AND my mother's family is from not too far away from there, ether! Surrency,
Bristol, Baxley. Just think it's a cute coincidence!
Well, have to get to finalizing our Investiture/Rededication Ceremony. Throw a few numbers at the parents "where does your dues money go?", quickly hand out last years' badges (no end of year ceremony!), and have the girls promise to uphold the law. All while in leis and grass skirts. SMH yes, the girls chose a luau theme for their party. This is going to be fun!!