Another Sunday at Ellenberger Organic Farm

We always come away feeling restored and inspired after spending time on Ellenberger Organic Farm.  This visit was a special one in that we went to meet the 52 five day old chicks they received on Wednesday.  Poppy was excited as she is a tad obsessed with all things chicken and chicken eggs {as is her Mama if we’re being honest}.  If we had let her, she would have sat contentedly by their side for hours, but instead begged to go see them again and again {and again and again} throughout the visit when she wasn’t eating raspberries and running through the sprinkler.

Another fun activity was making butter with the churn we found at a local antique barn.  We took turns churning it and while I sat in the shade of the apple tree it turned into glorious, yellow butter and all was right with the world.

While Mike and Janet churned, Dad and I went through an old trunk which holds my deceased Aunt’s belongings.  It was both eerie and comforting as she passed away 2 months before her 20th birthday back in 1977.  I never knew her, but I have always wondered what it would have been like to know her.  She seemed feisty and smart and I think I would have loved her dearly.  The trunk was filled with photos and letters, notes from boys with crushes on her, letters from pen pals in Germany, clothing, hair from the mane of her horse, drawings and trinkets.

I am reading a book about the past lives of children and am at the part about people being reborn into the same family.  I can’t help but wonder {hope}.  In case you’re wondering, I have not a single a doubt that we live many lives and that children can remember them.  And yes, I will be listening {and recording} very carefully when Poppy + Silas start to talk about it.

Yes, it was another good day on Ellenberger Organic Farm.

go gently + be wonderful

e.

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4 Comments

  1. Posted July 18, 2011 at 10:35 am by Anonymous | Permalink

    Laurie had a wicked sense of humour.
    Used to be there wasn't a week went by that I didn't think of her, then a month would pass. Just 2 weeks ago I was on my parent's farm, planting flowers my Mom will enter in the Harrow Fair. My eye sight, or lack of it, irritates me. I told them how I remember Uncle Andy telling us that Laurie had broken her glasses in Feb/Mar. and she waited weeks for new ones to come in. When she finally put them on she said: "Oh my God! The trees have leaves!". I will chuckle about that for the rest of my life.

  2. Posted July 18, 2011 at 4:39 pm by Aimee B | Permalink

    I believe that my family has been a family many, many times. Write down the things your children say and WHEN they say them, or you will wonder if it really did happen… BEAUTIFUL pictures!

  3. Posted July 18, 2011 at 5:19 pm by The Knitty Gritty Homestead | Permalink

    I got chills reading about your aunt, thinking about my own trunks of trinkets, letters, photos, and yes, the hair from a dear horse's mane (coiled into a locket)…reminds me to choose what is in my house/life carefully. Would love to know the name of the book you're reading…a psychic friend had some really cool insights into my children's personalities based on past lives…

  4. Posted July 18, 2011 at 6:10 pm by Sara Savel | Permalink

    You're so lucky to be able to see that trunk, to get a sense of your aunt. I often wish I had a trunk like that with my grandmother's things. She died when my dad was fifteen and my grandfather kept little of her things. She's always fascinated me.

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