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.
This is my first post for my event place Old Indian Creek Farm in Olivet, Mi. My husband and I purchased this 38 acre historical farm on Old 27. It was the Stromberg estate prior to our purchase. Maja Stromberg lived here with her husband Knut. From what the neighbors shared Maja was a sweet Swedish woman who arrived in America with her mother. I found some old Swedish books in the attic along with an adorable poster of two Swedish children skipping. She loved to bake and worked with a catering company. Maja also enjoyed raising chickens in her back yard unfortunately the chicken coop was beyond repair and had to be torn down. Her husband Knut was German and farmed this property as well as the field across the road. He raised cattle and you can still see where his pasture was behind the barn. Which makes a great spot to host a party. The rustic hip roof barn is currently being restored to her natural beauty. When we purchased it in 2014 the roof had a gaping hole in it which took its tole on the floor. So, we rescued some beams from another hip roof to repair the floor joists and had an oak tree sawed into 2 inch planks to replace the rotted floor. It’s been a slow process but it is rewarding to see such a beauty be restored. I am sure the Stromberg couple would be happy to see it, too. Meanwhile last summer I painted, cleaned and decorated the three-story farm-house so that it will function as a place for guests of our farm. There are still a few projects up my sleeve to complete in the house … ie. a bedroom suite in the attic. We also cleaned and cemented the machine shop. I call it the machine shop as that is where I envisioned Knut working on his old tractors and farm equipment. We have since had my daughter’s baby shower, a co-worker’s retirement party and two anniversary parties in the old machine shop. This summer I also cleaned out the old granary. This was where they stored all the grain to feed their livestock. I will be furnishing this barn so it can be a place to lounge or get ready for an event. This is just a peek into what The Old Indian Creek Farm is about and I would like to welcome you to check out my Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Old-Indian-Creek-Farm/1504473819838116