I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere with my “to-do” list after spending weeks putting up hay. I’m never totally caught up. You know the saying….”A woman’s work is never done”. How true that is. I just quit for the day and start over again tomorrow. I try to prioritize, but when it comes to planting flowers and working outside…..everything else takes a back seat.  So, come along and I’ll show you how a farm girl/milkmaid likes to garden.        006.jpg      I love antiquing and flea markets, but hardly ever have time to go. Usually it’s only when friends or family visit from miles away and I get to take the day off and show them a good time. So, I’ve collected a few things over the years and I like to incorporate them into my garden plans. Like this wagon…..it carries something different every summer. I can never make up my mind…..so I change it up constantly.     016.jpg      I didn’t actually find this at a sale. I found it hanging in the barn. What a priceless treasure….if you’re into this kind of thing. And I am…I love “cow skulls”. Maybe because I’ve worked with cattle for nearly 25 years. I’ve learned a thing or two. My life is consumed with cows, calves, and cow poop.     008.jpg     I pick things up here and there. I don’t always know where I’m going to put it, but it usually comes to me when I’m in the barn milking the bossy bovines. My mind begins to wander while waiting on a slow poke cow and suddenly…..a light bulb goes on!!  The big rock comes from our pasture. I don’t think Earl will ever move it again. Amen!    017.jpg     What’s not to like about an old iron wheel?! So many memories are sitting right there in that flowerbed. If only they could talk. The great stories they would tell. So glad we don’t have to farm that way anymore. Whew! Those pioneer farmers had to work hard. And I thought I had to work hard?! Thank God I don’t have to milk by hand!     016.jpg     This bike belonged to my Aunt Clara. We called it her “red corvette”.  A lot of memories go with this thing. I always have it right here by the tree…..so I walk by it every day on my way to and from the barn.    020.jpg      I just want you to know that not everything is lovely around here. This bed was a natural disaster. I had to walk past it every day and I shuddered every time. How could I allow it to become so hideous?! What is wrong with me? What in the world am I thinking? What am I doing?        011.jpg           Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to work and did some serious weeding and planting. I feel like I accomplished something great. My only problem….little Dixie Chic is digging holes and laying in the cool dirt. Grrrr……I am fit to be tied. It’s like training a young child all over again. I think I’ll just look away and pretend I never saw anything…or maybe not………………………Carol