Our chalkboard in the kitchen reads: “Welcome to the farm, so glad you are here!” It really is a true sentiment. We enjoy having guests. There are times when I wish that many of the incredible people I have met over the years were able to visit – that the miles between us weren’t so many. The farm is such a large part of who I am, and while I post photos or stories about it, nothing really compares to an actual visit.
That being said, I am planning to do regular posts on visiting the farm. I want to introduce those of you who aren’t able to visit to the parts of this property that I love and that make this place our home. While it isn’t the same as an actual visit, I hope that it gives you a sense of this space, and of the wonderful, simple, sometimes messy day-to-day goings on here on Blackberry Farm.
Today it is absolutely gorgeous out. There is still a wintery chill in the air, but the sun has warmed the farm for the past three days and I am soaking up every moment that I can. Bonfires have been lit, lawns have been mowed, and gardens have begun to be tidied in anticipation of spring. Everything is so much prettier when it is sunny out. Granted, this isn’t a “pretty” time of year – the property is fairly muddy, the trees are bare of their leaves, and the gardens look barren. However, when the sun shines, it brightens up those dark areas and creates a golden hue that invites you out into it’s warmth. I am certain that the birds’ songs are more robust on days such as this~
So, while it isn’t the prettiest time to photograph Chez Poulet, I thought it was a good time to begin planning the gardens and painting projects that I hope to accomplish this coming spring. She is a blank slate of sorts right now, and it gives me a clearer idea of what I would like to see come summertime.
Mr. Taylor built this coop for me that first summer after we had come to the farm. We had moved in at the beginning of October and that Christmas, I was presented with a beautiful letter from him, explaining that, in the spring, he would begin construction of the “penthouse of chicken coops”. I would like to say that my husband truly spoils me, and when we moved in, he knew that my dream was to have chickens of my own. Thus, chickens I would have.
Over the years I have brought home day old chicks from the feed store, ordered chicks online, ordered eggs online, and hatched (not intentionally) our own chicks. They really are such fun to watch as they run around the property, chasing each other, finding bugs, and enjoying our kitchen scraps. We have a hammock that hangs near the coop, and a vintage bed that is under the pergola to the right of the coop – both places that make for wonderful summer reading spots as well as fabulous chicken viewing areas.
And then there are the eggs. Have you every enjoyed farm fresh eggs? I must tell you that I have become a bit of an egg snob. I am unable to eat eggs at restaurants anymore unless they are incredibly fresh. The yolks are so bright they are nearly orange. I love knowing that the eggs have been laid by hens that are able to free-range on our property and have a very happy life. Do they taste better because of that? I like to think so – but for me it is more than that. For me it is the way things should be done – the animals that give us our food should be treated with respect and are entitled to enjoy their lives rather than be treated as a commodity. I wish all farming practices were the same.
I do promise to post more photos this summer, when the beautiful climbing rose is in full bloom over the pergola and the projects have been completed. Chez Poulet really shines then!
Tomorrow I am going to share some of our favorite egg recipes. It is amazing how creative you tend to get when the girls are laying a lot of eggs~


























