Naming the Farm

Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong
— Ella Fitzgerald

Are we crazy or what? What are we thinking? Can we do this? When we got here to the farm, finally, we thought maybe we had both lost our minds. We were surrounded by grass, hay and weeds as tall as we are. We had more work than hours in a day could allow. We had less time to get it all done. But boy, we sure had the energy to do it. And that we did. We worked our full time jobs, and then came home and put in another 8 hours at least every day working to get things back into shape. Mowing, cutting hay, trimming limbs and brush, mowing, cleaning out the barn, filling beaver holes, mowing, spraying for weeds, cutting the brush in the pond, mowing...you see...the list goes on. I knew what our plan was and I could see our vision. I just wasn't sure if we could ever get there on our own.

We barely knew how to crank the tractor, much less use the bush hog....

We barely knew how to crank the tractor, much less use the bush hog....

Could we? Maybe we were crazy. Maybe those doubtful people were right. Maybe not. And....We did it. We are still working hard, but we are getting close! In those first few months....we had to name the place...What in the world do you name a farm?? When I say we had a list of 250 names, that is the honest truth. We thought of the most bland and meaningless names....like "Bending Willow Farm", "Dancing Sycamore" and "Black Walnut Farm"...you name it...we thought of it. But nothing had any meaning or purpose. Late one night, I wrote myself a note and the next morning I asked Philip about Everlee. Philip's grandmothers name is Evelyn...she was the matriarch of their family...and my maiden name is Lee which comes from my mothers and grandparents last name. It seemed perfect. A perfect blend. Meaningful. With heritage and pride. I am proud of our name. That is where our name comes from. We love it. Some before and after photos.......