It is summertime at the farm and truth be told Nigel is the only one that gets up early with me. We have a deal. I feed the horses and he chases the birds. We both take our jobs very seriously. In fact he has declared the whole pasture a “no fly” zone. I will go as far as to say that the birds are not even allowed to sit in the trees anymore.
Some old fashioned things like fresh air and sunrises are hard to beat and there are some amazing sunrises here in Tennessee in the heat of the summer.
So a few weeks ago we went to use the BBQ on the deck…and inside there was a bird nest with eggs. We unanimously decided that we would have to cook the burgers inside the house…and save the baby birds.
Well they hatched and I found a fat one in the Magnolia bush who had apparently launched himself off the deck. At least he had a soft landing.
The other one is still up on the deck and seems to be a late bloomer. He’s been hopping around for three days with his mouth open hoping his mom will still feed him. He’s been making a sorry attempt to fly…but gives up pretty fast and would rather just have take out brought in from his mom. We think he is acting a little bit like a Millennial. Living at home in his parents basement and getting fed. Ryan says he’ll figure it out. He was rocking a pretty nice Mohawk though.
The last thing a carrot sees…
Does this dog make my butt look fat?
Breakfast with Sundance…
We believe in Nashville because we believe in faith, family & farm. In being a little closer to heaven. And we believe that Heaven is always a little closer from the back of my horse.
“here in the south we don’t hide crazy…we parade it around on the front porch and give it a sweet tea…”
It is starting to warm up here in Tennessee and is already feeling a lot like summer. The fireflies are lighting up the pasture each night and the rainbows run across the sky almost with each rainfall. And of course the sweet tea is flowing. Grass mowing is a national past time here and the grass practically grows while you are watching it.
We have put together some of our favorite summertime pieces from our collection…So hit the beach and make sure you channel your inner mermaid.
We will be right here mowing grass, catching fireflies, chasing rainbows & drinking sweet tea. And making cool jewelry.
What do you do on Easter you live in a small town like Leipers Fork? Well you have dinner with your neighbors of course. All 400 of them. Well it was supposed to be about 200 but a few extras showed up.
One of the magical things about living in Leipers Fork, TN. is the sense of community and genuine southern charm. People get to know each other. They ask how you are…and really mean it. And we have events like Feaster.
The directions were simple. It was held in the big field across from town…Bring a dish to pass and bring your fine china…because paper plates were not allowed. Dress was hillbilly chic and the blessing was at 3:45pm…Dinner was at 4. Clean up and take what you brought in because “we ain’t your mamma”.
My husband took the hillbilly chic comment very seriously. Real men do wear purple.
There was a full on Easter egg hunt complete with the Easter bunny and a golden egg…They tried to arrange it by age but since they all ran into the field at the same time…the announcer said…”oh heck…let them all go.” You can’t really hold back an Easter egg hunt, can you?
The Easter Bunny was pretty cute…but I still think my husband is cuter.
Spring has come to the Island Cowgirl farm and it is glorious. We watch from the deck as the back ridge past the creek becomes green almost before your eyes. The horses could not be more excited about the spring grass coming in. For those of you who don’t have horses, grass is the horsey equivalent to Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. And Sundance loves him some Chunky Monkey.
My sweet husband also had these stall signs mad for me out of local reclaimed barn wood. He was nice enough to put them up for me one fine Sunday morning. He said he had to really refrain from changing Libby’s to read Hippo instead of Liberty Belle. As you can see she is not very amused by his humor. It doesn’t help that he has also assigned them hypothetical rapper names of Lazy J and Miss Eats-A-Lot.
Miss little muppet feet looks pretty in pink. Tennessee country life in all of its glory…I love that pink tree that blooms every spring. Even if it does attract lots of lady bugs in the fall…It is still my very favorite tree. If only because Libby looks so pretty next to it.
This blog has been a little quiet lately. I would like to say that life got a little hectic and crazy and I didn’t have time to post…but that wasn’t really the case. For me life pretty much stopped in its tracks.
I awoke on Thanksgiving Day unable to walk and in excruciating pain. My left leg was paralyzed and I was told that I would need emergency back surgery. I went from being a very active person to not even being able to lift my head to drink out of a straw. I was staring down the barrel of a four month recovery at the very least…if I recovered at all. Those of you that have gone down the scary road of back surgery know that it is not a guarantee of anything. I had to relearn how to walk, right down to the baby step basics.
I was so blessed to have an amazing and strong husband who not only took care of me, a farm, two horses but also got my business through the Christmas holiday. My employees were amazing and I felt so very blessed to have them as they truly function as one big amazing team. Everyone pitched in and did what it took to get the job done.
And a big grateful thanks to my friends who came over every afternoon in the dead of winter to help with the horses. And my in-laws and mother who cooked and baby sat me.
I am better and walking now. And riding my horses who got a little fat and sassy. And beginning the new summer collection. You better believe that it is gonna be a whole lot about gratefulness, gratitude and love. xoxo
We moved to Nashville three years ago from California on a wing and a prayer. And with a house, a horse, a dog, a store, a studio, two storage units and three vintage cars. But a wing and a prayer sounded much more romantical. We were in search of a simpler life and some much needed elbow room.
As you know Nashville is all about the live music. It fills the streets…it’s the first thing you hear when you land in the airport. We even have live music at the grocery store.
Our Guitar Necklace is our ode to the spirit of love and music we have found in Nashville.
Some of the up cycled artwork that is so popular at our Island Cowgirl store in Marathon Village. If you happen to be in Nashville come by and say howdy…we have the works of over 100 artists here…as well as my entire line of jewelry. We are loving these inspirational wood signs…they are a big hit with our customers.
You don’t see a double rainbow come along everyday. Does it mean we get two wishes and two pots of gold?
People ask me quite often about living on a farm…and don’t I miss the city or the beach? The answer is …no, not really. I read a wonderful little post by Dalarna Farm that just about says it all… Continue reading →
In the depths of summer…it got pretty hot down here in the south…I’m not gonna lie. I began yearning for fall…and although it hasn’t come yet here…I am beginning to see subtle signs. The first leaves began falling from the cherry tree into my horses paddock…August 21st…right on schedule. Each morning when I go out to the barn there are more and more. Continue reading →
We did it! Our little country store in Leipers Fork is now open and we couldn’t be happier. Everyone pitched in and lent a hand…a big thanks to Ann, my husband’s Mom, who worked tirelessly helping us price everything and clean. Continue reading →
…enjoying the rain outside the garage…mostly because it’s not 111 degrees today…painting the new sign & rocking chairs for our new Leipers Fork store…I love the mud paint I decided to try on a whim…it is the most delicious shade of blush. And it goes right over anything…no stripping needed. We are going to glam these up with some sterling plaques…and they will sit on the old fashioned porch out side the new store. Continue reading →