Farmer’s Daughter Notes // The Farmer’s Daughter Meets The Farm Boy from N.C

IMG_2566 Now you may be wondering to yourself, “Where is Morgan? Why are all of the Farmer’s Daughter’s Notes coming out of the archives? We want fresh, new ones!”

Well, I’ll tell you, folks. Your very own Farmer’s Daughter has met a Farmer’s Son! Yep, it’s true. A genuine, handsome, gentle Farmer’s Son. So as you can probably guess, my mind has been otherwise occupied lately, especially considering the fact that, as of last Sunday afternoon, I now have a shiny ring on my left hand and a promise in my heart.

“How did you meet?!” you may be wondering. Well you’re in for a treat folks, here’s how it happened, (in an extreme nutshell)…

It was a cold, snowy night in February several years back. Dad and I were attending a showing of “Fresh” at the public library in Virginia Beach where Dad would be speaking on the panel. There were lots of folks that came out for the event. We had a great time after the showing, chatting with old customers and meeting new ones.

It was late and Dad and I were making our way out to the car when an acquaintance of ours ran outside to catch up with us.

“Wait, Mr. Wilson! I want you to meet a friend of mine.”

Dad and I turned to wait for the young men to catch up to us.

Dusk had fallen, but I could make out the figure of a tall, thin young man. He shifted from one foot to the other somewhat nervously and he held a spiral bound notebook tightly against his chest. It was labeled simply, “Farm Notes.”

“Aww, isn’t he cute,” I thought to myself with a chuckle.

Fast forward through several years of friendship and March of this year rolls around. Paul, (my farm boy) had been up for a book study we were hosting at our house. It was a great day spent in good company and great fellowship. At one point throughout the day, I told him about a book I had recently read and enjoyed and then I promptly forgot about the the little exchange.

The next day I received a Facebook message from Paul asking about the book;
“I was wondering if you could tell me the title and the author again, I can’t for the life of me remember it…”

Thus a series of messages began back and forth between us. We covered a lot of ground in those messages. We talked about the things of the Lord, about our hopes and dreams for the future, our interests and hobbies, favorite books, etc.

He started burning a path back and forth between NC and Virginia on the weekends. We enjoyed doing markets together and getting to know more about each other. My family also adored (adores) him, which is a big plus.

So, last Sunday, we decided to go a on a family picnic to relax after a super busy weekend. Unbeknownst to me, he had asked my dad for my hand, weeks back and had told the family he planned to propose to me at the picnic while we were all together, as he knew how precious my family is to me.
I was oblivious to the frantic shoving of little boxes into pockets and hushed voices when I entered the room in the weekends leading up to that Sunday.

IMG_2519We headed to the picnic site after church and Paul and I picked out a nice spot. After lunch we were sitting around talking about the sermon and Paul started sharing his testimony about how the Lord had saved him and how he had faithfully provided and guided through his life up until this present day in our relationship together. Then he got up and started reaching into his pocket. I was floored. I started laughing with joy and shock when he pulled out a beautiful ring and asked me to marry him! When my powers of speech had returned, I said, “Yes! Yes.” and we embraced.

And thus, your Farmer’s Daughter is about to embark on another journey! One that will take her down to NC to start a little farm and a new family there. But not to worry, I’m sure there will be plenty of trips up to the old homestead.

I’m sure there will still be occasional Farmer’s Daughter, or rather, “Farmer’s Wife” Notes from me as well.

Until then I remain faithfully yours,

The Farmer’s Daughter,


Farmer’s Daughter Notes // Spring is Coming!

This warmer weather has us itching for Spring! You can smell it in the air and feel it in the breeze. Little buds are beginning to form on the bare limbs of the trees. The pastures are beginning to green up. New life is everywhere with the promise of a fresh start. We find ourselves making excuses to be outside more often. There’s something about that warm sunshine on your face that’s invigorating! The little guys went a little crazy on that first warm day. They stayed outside nearly all day, running and jumping and yelling and shouting with a wild sort of joy after being cooped up during all of this recent snow.
We as farmers, enjoy our winter break, but are happy and more than ready when March and April roll around and it’s time to roll up our shirt sleeves and get to work.
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:”

Of Calves and Kittens and Other Various and Sundry


Hi y’all! It’s been a while. Sometimes I go through dry periods in my writing.

Things are going well here on the farm. January is a slower time for us and I have thoroughly enjoyed this season of rest, notwithstanding the bout with the stomach flu.

We’ve had a couple of calves born this month. One of the little heifer calves wasn’t doing too well in the cold and Dad took pity on her and brought her into the house to warm up in the farm kitchen. As soon as I saw Dad over at the calf barn I knew what he was planning. (He does have a soft spot for babies.) He set her down on wobbly legs on the kitchen floor while he heated the milk on the stove. The calf gently nuzzled any available pant leg as we crowded around cooing over it. (Yes, this household of girls will coo over babies, be they animal or otherwise.) The little calf stayed in the house all day and yes, all night too, curled up under the kitchen table! It stayed for about 24 hours until it was well and strong again.

We’ve also had kittens born recently. We are at an over abundance of kittens at present. The newest batch consist of three adorable, sassy balls of fur. They are getting to think they belong inside. I’ll not name names but SOMEONE (not me) has been allowing them to come inside while Dad and Will are off on a man-camping trip. The kittens present infatuation with the great indoors will be cut short very soon I’m afraid.

Broiler chicks are coming very soon! The 2015 growing season will be here before we know it! I look forward with excitement and anticipation to see what this year will hold.

A Fresh Start

Compliments of Pinterest

The something about New Year’s Eve that elicits excitement in the heart. A chance to start afresh. The year is newly laid out before you like a fresh, crisp sheet of paper. Something always excites me about blank paper, I suppose it is because of the endless possibilities. Will it hold adventure? Surely! Disappointments? Undoubtedly. Will I grow through both? Yes, by His grace.

At the start of each year I like to make New Year Resolutions or “Bucket Lists”. A handful of things I’d like to do, areas I’d like to grow in. This year the items on the list range from relationship growth (Oh to love others like Jesus loves!) to how many book I’d like to read (150 to be exact!).

What are some of your Resolutions?


Big Joe

Here’s a funny story I had to share.

This year several of us kids decided that we’d really love to have a big bean bag chair. Katie and I used to have them when we were little kids and enjoyed them immensely (envision two little girls jumping off beds onto bean bags chairs) Well, we’re a little more sophisticated than that now and thought that the comfy chairs would come in handy for extra seating in our rooms.

Several of these were to be Christmas presents for this year. Katie and I volunteered to go and pick up the “Big Joe’s” from Wal-Mart. We hopped into my little car and drove off in high spirits.

Arriving at said store, we grabbed two carts and headed back to the household section. Once we started loading them into our cart, we realized that this was going to prove a bit trickier than we had first envisioned. I remembered the chairs from my youth as being a lot more flexible but at any rate we managed to stack/cram all five into two carts. Katie led the way with two in her cart and I brought up the rear with the last three, blindly bumping into displays until Katie took pity on me and led me in the right direction amid the stares of our curious fellow shoppers. (I couldn’t see over the tops of the blasted things!)

We paid for our goods and then hurried out to the car. Here’s where it really got tricky. Katie managed (with great difficulty!) to stuff three in the back seat while I crammed one into the trunk, but here we were stuck with one more that had to go somewhere. A friendly old gentleman offered to escort the remaining “Big Joe” to our house, but we politely declined, and wishing him the merriest of Christmas’s we managed to maneuver the last one on top of Katie in the front seat. As the driver, my vision was greatly impaired by all of the extra “Joes” in my car. We cracked the windows for air (it got stuffy!) and took the back roads home.

Haha! What an adventure! It has afforded us several good laughs.