Who We Are

The past few years, the area where I live, Crawford County, Ohio, has seen a wonderful explosion of younger families who are embracing the joys and challenges of living off the land. Because of them, amazing things are happening which have been embraced by our community. Farmer’s markets have been created and on-farm stores have opened. Families dedicated to growing organic produce and naturally raised meats are meeting the public’s needs for locally raised foods. And at the heart of this movement are the women.

Ohio Country Journal is my attempt to share the essence of farm life, focusing on, but not limited to, women. My goal is to bring you into our circle of friendship by inviting you to share your stories and experiences with us. You don’t have to be a full time country woman to benefit from joining us; you just have to be you.

The full-time country women featured in Ohio Country Journal are an inspiration to anyone who dares to follow her dreams, whether it is to live in the country or to bring the country life-style to their urban neighborhoods.

Monday, November 4, 2013

The Accidental Emerald

Things are pretty quiet these days at my favorite nature spot. The other day I was feeling a bit dejected as I walked the shoreline, hoping to find....well, whatever I would find. I always treat these daily walks as explorations with no goal in mind. Just see what I'll see. But I always hope to see wildlife. And I usually wish that I lived up on Lake Erie.

Because of the wind, the waves in the small reservoir were extremely choppy. This gave me a feeling that I actually was at the Lake. To complete the picture, a group of Herring Gulls began to congregate, giving me hope that I would get a nature picture, but most were too far out of camera range.


But something else caught my eye...a glimmer bounced up from the ground. A brief ray of sun had hit a shard of green glass. 
Again, I was reminded of a favorite place on the Lake where I always find lake glass, sometimes called "sea glass" or "beach glass". No matter what moniker it goes by, it is simply pieces of glass, broken by the waves and polished by the sand as it gets washed ashore. It has no control over where  it will land, but after being tossed about in stormy waters, the glass becomes transformed from "litter" to "value", as it is highly sought after by jewelry makers.  I just put my collection in a vase.

I did not take the "emerald" that day; I left it to its fate (hoping that it would get pulled back in the water and given a proper polish).

My brief encounter with the faux emerald made me feel transformed, too, that I have value here in farm country.

Marcheta *green with envy

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