This week, I and several blogging friends were given a tour of the Miller Farms in Boaz, Alabama.
The Miller Family’s Farm is a sprawling farm where they grow peanuts, cotton, soybeans, corn, chickens and more. The beautiful farm has been in their family for over 100 years, earning it the Century & Heritage Farm designation.
This was Mr. Wiggley. He was our one man welcoming committee when we pulled up.
I started off by taking in the beautiful, serene scenery.
Then when everyone had arrived, we headed out on a tour of the farm.
You know you’re a blogger when… Meet Paula Claunch from A.K.A. Jane Random.
A certain country song by Craig Morgan suddenly comes to mind.
Cotton fields & bloggers.
I loved listening to the descriptions of all the work that goes into farming, how the many pieces of equipment work and how farming has changed over the years. Christy is listening intently.
One of the peanut plants was sacrificed so that we could see the baby peanuts and get photos. Because…bloggers!
I’ve always had a thing for machinery & power tools and a working farm is a smörgåsbord of such things. I was in heaven. Although the weather might have fooled me into thinking I was somewhere else.
You know, I actually come from a long line of farmers…and some of them even had the same last name as our hosts. Do I look like I belong?
Ahhh….the babies!!! I was giddy when we walked in the door to this place. I so miss having chickens, and I can not wait until we move to the country so I can have them once again.
I wanted to love him and squeeze him and pet him and name him George.
We were given the opportunity to pick our own corn right out of the field.
And then the day was completed with a wonderful lunch and a Corn-O came (corn themed bingo.)
The Miller family was so incredibly gracious and hospitable. I’ve always had a love for agrarian living. I remember going to my great grandmother Miller’s home when I was very little, and seeing the little baby chicks in the barn, collecting eggs with my great aunt and being afraid that the hens would peck me. My grandmother always grew a huge garden and “put up” everything she grew. My mother as well, had a garden almost every year, and we grew tomatoes, carrots, peppers, green beans and more. Every summer we would go to the agricultural fairs, looking at all of the produce, the farm animals and such. Though I personally grew up in the city, I was always most at peace when I visited my grandmother out in the country.
Over the years, and in the many places that the army has taken us – the one place we felt truly “at home” was the farmhouse that we lived in in Wade, North Carolina. It was an old farm and the house had been built in 1910. We had chickens, a garden, room to breathe and a clothes line for the quilts to blow in the breeze on. It was home.
Now that we are getting ready to settle down and plant roots of our own, that is what we are looking forward to. I can’t wait to have chickens, some goats and to at last put my tiller to good use!
Visiting the Miller Farm today only reminded me how much I miss living in the country. And while I wouldn’t be plowing hundreds and hundreds of acres, using satellite guided machinery – living close to creation and close to the source of our food is very important to me.
Thank you Miller Family for opening your farm to us and letting is get a look and the incredible hard work and skill that it takes to be a farmer in today’s age.
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