If you have not yet read the post about me and who I am, please take a peek at The Beginning. This post, however, is not about me. It is about “the farm.”
The first time I saw the farm, I was driving to my father’s house for Thanksgiving in 2019. Although his physical address is in Meridian, MS, his property is actually well outside the city limits and governed by Lauderdale county rather than the city of Meridian.
I was driving to my father’s house after flying into Atlanta for Thanksgiving. I believe it was a Friday, November 22nd. My flight landed in the early afternoon and I drove a rental car to Meridian. I was turning of Highway 45 at Causeyville Road at about 5 or 6pm on that Friday, and as I was slowing down to turn right on Zero Road, I saw the farm for the first time.
The property glows. No, it seriously glows. The white dairy barn sits proud above the fields that used to be home to a 70+ herd of milking cows. The property has the perfect slope, such that the farmhouse, barns and outbuildings sit high above the 12-acre lake; and then the open pasture continues to slope up and away from the lake and main buildings, such that the farmhouse and the main dairy barn face out west across the lake and pasture for every sunset. It is the textbook definition of idyllic.
Anyhoo, I had to drive by, even though it meant NOT turning right on Zero Road and continuing to see my father and his wife. Instead, the open pastureland and lake are there on my right, and then the farmhouse, barns and outbuildings sitting up on the eastern end of the property. I gasped at the sight, but after slowly driving by, I turn around, drive by again, but take my left on Zero and head to my father’s as planned.
Little did I know that this was another beginning.
However, at the time, the property was far too expensive, with a total of 113 or so acres of property and two ponds, one rather large and stocked with bass and bream and the other smaller, stocked with catfish.
At the time, after looking the property up online, I said to myself “oh well, it is so beautiful but SO out of my league.” I expected it would be the last time I ever thought about that place again.
I was incorrect.
The Feminine Farmer 