Hidden Treasures

I took an unexpected trip recently to southern Missouri, where my sisters and I own a little bit of land. I hadn’t been to our bucolic acreage in quite some time, so I certainly wasn’t expecting much from this visit. It’s farmland in Southern Missouri. What could be exciting about that?

What I found, however, was anything but dull. The land was clearly in need of some tidying up, but it was alive with character. Oh, and lots of bugs. I mean a LOT. But I also found some hidden treasures to share with you all.

An old rusty ring on a fence post. My uncle used to be a dairy farmer so I’m sure this had some purpose. I can see where my uncle crafted this himself and that makes it a very valuable find for me.

Who knew that something so exotic looking would be growing wild out on our farm in Missouri.

If you’re out in the country, you either have to have an affection for or at least an ability to tolerate bugs. They’re everywhere. These little guys had burrowed themselves into some of the peaches on our peach tree. Bugs may be creepy, but they’re smart. Those were some tasty peaches!

This is the old tractor that my uncle rode almost daily. It was obviously near and dear to his heart because he kept it protected in the big old barn. You’ll be surprised to see in the next picture what he did NOT keep in the barn.

This old Plymouth must have been more like a hunk of metal to my uncle because it’s been sitting out in the yard all these years. Who knows what this baby would have been worth had it been kept in the barn too (trust me, there would have been room for the John Deere and the Plymouth!). Oh well, it still has plenty of artistic value to me!

Did I mention there were bugs? Most of them were quite brave when it came to buzzing around my head, but they were shy when it came time to getting their picture taken. Hmm, who would have thought that a camera could also be a bug repellent! All I had with me was my point and shoot camera, but next time I intend to take a decent camera so bugs beware!

The biggest treasure of all was rediscovering the land itself; miles away from highways, cable, and, even decent cell phone reception. I don’t mind the first two, but the last one is kind of nice when you’re out in the country all by yourself.

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5 Responses to Hidden Treasures

  1. Neat, Marly! It’s funny how something so alone and away from life and people can still somehow be teaming with life and life’s memories. And, wow, that Buick is awesome. I bet it’s pretty rusted, huh?

  2. Wonderful pictures. I love the dragonfly.

    Remote land is a little disconcerting when we are so used to being connected to “civilization” at all times. But the peace and quiet of remoteness is a treasure. We went to a somewhat remote apple orchard last weekend. We felt so refreshed and renewed after spending time away from all the sounds of civilization. It’s almost impossible to find a place anymore where you can’t hear the sounds of interstate traffic, and that’s a shame.

  3. That flower is absolutely amazing Marly! I can hardly believe that it is real. After a really long and frustrating day, it was refreshing to come to your blog and peruse these pictures. I only wish I could visit this piece of land with you. Remote spaces can be so good for the soul.

  4. I have been waiting patiently (not) for these photos! Spectacular, love the plymouth. Too bad it wasn’t a little closer to home with a little tender loving care you could restore this baby from a hunk of metal to its former beauty. I love classic cars! Do you know what type of flower it is Marly? It’s beautiful, especially the curly petals.

  5. Okay, I’ve got to admit to some envy here. I am not the world biggest fan of civilization, and would love to have a patch of countryside to call my own. I feel completely tied to this city by work and am hoping for an opportunity to move to a milder clime and far away from the hustle of a metropolis. Heck, I’ll even take the bugs. That flower is something else though, I hope someone identifies it.

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