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City meets country: Moo

June 3, 2016

When I was growing up, I lived on a farm. I know now how lucky I was. Back then, living on a farm just meant chores, and bad smells. We had everything: cows, pigs, sheep, chickens, a pony—and our cousins and friends from the city loved to come visit. They thought it was a great excursion—especially when our grandparents lived there with us and they could visit Grandma and Grandpa Miller and also pet kitties, the sheep, “pick eggs” as they called it (we called it gathering eggs, and it was a chore, not something fun to do).


(Me dealing with stacks and stacks of eggs back on the Indiana farm.)

So I was farm, they were city. They were in, I felt backwards. Now I know the truth of how fortunate we were growing up with that country wealth.

So how fun it was to flip the tables recently and take my city-born grandson to visit the nearby farmette of the Murch family, of Jennifer Murch blogging fame. Before I got into blogging, she was the first blogger I knew and followed and have watched their little ones grow up—mostly online but occasionally face to face as they’ve cared for our pets a couple times, traded vegetables, things like that. I would have loved to take both of my two-and-a-half-year old grandsons to visit but that will have to come another time. So this is about Sam’s Visit to the Farm. Never mind that the farm is only five acres. Jennifer’s two youngest kids seemed happy to show us the animals—and we lucked out showing them a turtle we discovered as we drove in their lane! A bonus score!

When Sam visited at Easter, we got a kick out of how everywhere we drove with him, he exclaimed over the “Moo cows” he saw all over the countryside. “Moo cow!” he’d yell. And also a line from a book, “How now, brown cow?” So when Jennifer announced recently they’d added two cows to their farmette, I knew a visit would be the thing to try. She called her post “moo.

Sam was fun to watch, never quite sure if these large, picture-book-friends-come-to-life were his friends, or if he needed to be a little bit wary. Smart boy in that—yes and yes. Friends, but cautious when it comes to little kids and big mammals, as zookeepers know.


Sam wears a slightly citified hat because it is such a beautiful sunny day.


Arriving, we move a turtle who looked like he (she?) was about to cross the road. The youngest Murch boy is there in the middle of things.


Cautiously, Sam pokes the turtle for a half second, supervised by his doting daddy, Jon.


The youngest Murch daughter, and Sam’s mommy, Tanya, introduce Sam to one of the cats.


Now we get to the big stuff: Velvet. Sam thinks it is so cool that the horse has the same name as our dog Velvet and says “Velvet Horse” again and again.


But he’s not sure if he wants to pet her. Even with a bite guard on her mouth.



He loves the sheep, but they don’t stay close for long.


And of course the chickens look small and friendly.

The cows keep their distance and that’s actually fine by Sam.


It’s a storybook come to life.

Sam talks to himself all about his visit as he tries to fall to sleep that night. We hear him naming the different animals from his little monitor. Soon he is in dreamland.


What a gift the Murches have given their children on their five acre homestead.

I didn’t know it then, but I grew up living the dream.


 Our Indiana farm.


What gifts do you recognize now, that perhaps you didn’t as a child–or a teen?


Do you have farm stories to share? 


Or, join the Facebook group, I Grew Up Country, just for fun and connections.


Visit Jennifer’s blog for the most awesome list of recipes ever. All Jennifer tested. 


From → Faith, Family Life, Nature

  1. Listing off the different animals as he was falling asleep—that is so sweet! I’m glad Sam enjoyed his visit. If you come back sometime when Rebecca is here, she’d be happy to take him for a ride on Velvet, if he’d like. Feel free to stop by anytime!

  2. It was the icing for that day! And I forgot to leave you the pint of Sweet Midget Pickles from that bumper crop of cukes in 2014, which I meant to bequeath you! Another time. As the little fellows grow, I’m sure they’ll eventually want to try a ride on Velvet.

  3. We are lucky that we grew upon farms, live close to farms, can introduce our grandchildren to farms, and yet we are not responsible for farms. From my seat on the deck this morning, I can see the huge truck farm of organic veggies being grown for the local retirement home. Backbreaking labor but lots of reward in the end and fun with friends. Just below is Back Home on the Farm, an ag edu-tainment enterprise. These kinds of places didn’t exist when we were growing up. Today farm and town seem more connected even as the little family farms disappear. Agree?

  4. I loved this post, Melodie. Though, as Shirley suggests, farm means something different today than it did back when we grew up on them. I always enjoyed growing up on a farm. In fact, I thought visiting my town cousins was kind of boring, even though they didn’t work like we did. Now that I have grandchildren, I’m committed to making sure they’re in touch with the land. Even though our acreage is only 2 1/2 acres, it’s amazing how much they find to do: exploring the prairie, playing in the creek, driving Grandpa’s lawn tractors. They love visiting as much as we love having them.

    • Interesting that you found town life boring — I always looked at it as the “other” and more enticing–but then, my cousin’s mothers wore pearls and earrings while my mother never did, so that contributed to the “exotic” factor. To be able to walk home from school for lunch was my fondest daydream. 🙂 It is great to hear your grandchildren love exploring your acres–we have a woods that I’m thinking my little ones will someday enjoy exploring too. Thanks for checking in here, Carol!

  5. Very wise thoughts, as I would expect, Shirley! “Not being responsible” is great–yet trying to live responsibly. We have 8 acres, 7 of which are “rented” and baled by our neighbor for his cows. We felt so sad for him the last two weeks as he was desperate to cut and bale his hay, yet ultimately, we didn’t have to get out there and do the work or bear the real worry or fix the mower and the baler as they break down and stall him more.

    With kids being able to regularly visit farmer’s markets, that makes the connection too. I didn’t know about the truck farm for VMRC. Cool! Thanks for dropping in.

  6. Growing up, I was surrounded by cow moos and rooster crows. I gathered and graded eggs at various times for other farmers. Our family had no animals but lots of land to grow tobacco (briefly), tomatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes. I always had dirt under my fingers in the summertime. I guess you’d say we had a farmette, the perfect description for our status then.

    Thank you for introducing me to Jennifer Murch. I marched right over there, read, and left a comment.

    • Jennifer is prolific!! And a very adventurous cook + lovely photographer and actress. I need to get to one of her plays sometime!

      I can’t quite imagine you with dirt under your fingernails. But yes, it happens. Thanks for dropping in here too!

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