Fall is such a beautiful time of the year. Everything around us is quickly changing signaling the end of the summer season preparing for the winter blanket if white. Even though the crops are drying down, no longer lush green but brown they still have a natural beauty. There is a crispness in the air that seems to just hang. Fall is a beautiful time of the year. Everything is changing from lush green to a variety shades of nuetral browns. The crops in the fields are no longer growing but ready for harvest. There is a sense of crispness hanging in the damp evening air. The soybeans rattle in their pods, dried. The ears of field corn are dangling from their stalks. Fall is the season of hope for bountiful harvest. The end of another growing year. Nature preparing for the white winter blanket that will lay itself over the ground as a protective insulation.
This time of the year is always busy on the farm. Our soybeans are dried and ready for harvest. Kasen our 2 year old grandson is absolutely crazy when the combine rolls out of the barn. We all chuckle when he tells Papa that he needs to get busy in the fields! The growing season was perfect this summer with lots of rain and plenty of sunshine.
Part of Old Indian Creek Farm’s charm is the three -story farm house. When this farm was in it’s hay day the house was where the family would gather everyday. The housewife had a very important job in the family. She would be up before the sun rose to prepare a hearty breakfast so that when chores were done the family could sit around the kitchen table to nourish their bodies to begin a busy day. Some chores around the house were scrubbing the floors, washing clothes using the wringer washing machine, hanging clothes on the line to dry, preparing the meals or canning fruits or vegetables that were harvested from the garden. Often times on the farm the housewife was also expected to help do chores outside. The hens would be looking for their mash, ground corn ration. While the hens were busy eating the eggs were collected from the nesting boxes each day. Other chores might be milking cows, feeding the sheep or weeding the garden. Lunch or dinner as it was called was also a well prepared meal at noontime. Supper was a routine and everyone in the family was expected to sit down together at the table. As the family gathered they would converse about the day’s events and what was going on in the neighborhood.
When you step into our farm house you can almost feel that simple but hard-working life from long ago. You can’t help but appreciate the job of the housewife which was to keep the family healthy and happy. Our goal was to preserve this simple charm so that you can slow your life down and enjoy your stay.
This weekend we added a new attraction. There is now a pond at Old Indian Creek Farm. While I was busy attending meetings to kick off another school year my husband started and finished digging a pond. I pitched in the next day running the skid steer moving piles of dirt. We will wait a week or two when the dirt dries up some then we will smooth it up and sow grass seed. It will make a great wedding ceremony spot! By next spring it should by a lush green.