Lazy Willow Farm belongs to my big brother, Ben LeGette. He started it up after numerous failed attempts at various careers. But farming is WORKING! And he has never been happier.
It’s eleven and a half acres of pasture (that we are trying to improve), woods (that we’d like to put some pigs in), creek (that one of the barn cats highly enjoys), orchard, (still in infancy), and garden (veggies, veggies, veggies!). We’re located in Washington, Ga right next door to our town’s golf course—yes, I have actually found golf balls in our pasture.
The farm runs under CNG practices, which is like saying that you’re organic in principles, but haven’t payed for the label. So that means NO TOXIC CHEMICALS. NO TOXIC PESTICIDES. NO TOXIC HERBICIDES. None of those ickies.
So, if this farm belongs to my brother, what am I doing chatting on like a fool?
I’m his little sister, Melissa. Those of you who have read my novels know me as M. L. LeGette. When Ben told our dad that all he wanted was a little bit of land, Dad couldn’t believe his ears. Dad and Mom have always been into gardening, but Ben had never ONCE shown the slightest interest.
The farm was embraced by the rest of the family like a long lost child. Even though Ben is the sole moneymaker, that doesn’t keep me, Mom, Dad, and older sister Casie when she’s in town, from working our butts off weeding, harvesting, and planting just for the fun of it.
Crazy? Maybe. But I wouldn’t swap my spot with anyone in the world.
