May 17, 2012

Me, a farm girl?

I go to the Boise Barnes and Noble for a magazine fix. I prefer to settle into a comfy sofa chair, but now the best option is cafe seating around a centrally located Starbucks. The tables are all occupied or reserved with open laptops. I end up in a small chair, juggling an ambitious stack of magazines. 

My stack consists of any magazine that caught my fancy. After perusing, I edit the pile and decide to purchase MaryJanesFarm. At the register I become tickled with myself. The associate looks up curiously. I raise my brows and smile, not really wanting to explain — not sure I can.

Sixteen months ago I was so suburban. Normally, I observe other lifestyles without signing up, yet I seem to be getting a makeover!

Then it occurs to me. I have a copy of MaryJane’s Ideabook, Cookbook, Lifebook - For the Farmgirl in All of Us in my personal library! (What a mouthful!) I purchased MaryJane Butters' book while living near the Southern California coast — long before a move to Idaho had been conceived. I was no more a farm girl than a seagull is a chicken! The book had been packed and unpacked multiple times and still I forgot about it.

At home I launch into MaryJanesFarm. I see that Cathi Belcher — connected with the magazine — writes a blog called Mountain Farmgirl. Eureka! Cathi and I both share a passion for "lifelong learning." We love birds, fresh mountain air, nature, and smartphones. We have both acted as museum curators and done public speaking. Each of us has needed to reinvent ourselves.

The magazine's creator, MaryJane, has been farming in Idaho for 20 years! Another unexpected connection. MaryJane began by toying with recipes for "organic fast food." She explains, "While feeding my family and farm crew and perfecting a solution for the dilemma of what-to-cook, I dreamed up my MaryJanesFarm magazine. I wanted a women’s magazine where we can share solutions and show off our talents and really just a place where we can talk."

I reflect back to California. Our life had changed dramatically. We had crucial decisions to make and Idaho was a prime consideration. Friends invited us to live with them in North Orange County for a couple months while we prayed and sorted our options. About 3 weeks into our stay I had an "Aha!" Our friends live on Idaho Street!

There were signposts. There was preparation — even when we were oblivious to it. My husband and I found ourselves open to things we said we would never do. Our roots were being not-so-gently pulled up and God had the potting soil ready.

I close the magazine and flick off the lamp on my bedside table. My to-do list for tomorrow does not include the purchase of overalls and chicken feed, but I am thinking about a bike with a basket and a wide seat.