Buy props used in MaryJane’s books and magazine!
5% of profits will benefit www.firstbook.org, a non-profit that provides new books to children from low-income families throughout the U.S. and Canada.
Here’s how:
MaryJane will post a photo and a description of a prop and its cost along with a few details as to its condition here: https://shop.maryjanesfarm.org/MaryJanesCurations. It’s a playful way to be the new owner of a little bit of farm herstory.
Nice nest-box. I like the creative air vents:-)
Cute! Any dwellers?? Not many birds can brag about having digs with a front door!
This house sit outside of my sewing room window. The bluebird feed the babies. I buy mealworms for them.
Cute!! Would be an easy way to clean out the box.
I love it!
Cute!!! Where can I buy One???????? I want several for my farm.
That is darling. I have been looking at different types of bird houses, feed, water…etc. that will draw some interesting birds to our property. Also, in the fall I am going to host a children’s craft day where we build bat boxes!
I’d love to consider continuing to receive these emails. I am a librarian and have your magazine at the library. I just don’t see where it says Blog Alergs…Raising Jane Journal mailing list so I can click there and continue to receive your wonderful emails. Please keep me on your list to receive your emails. thank you very much..Vina Byrne
Hi Vina,
Go to this webpage: http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/recipe-project/recipe-20130211.asp
And at the top, enter your e-mail address where it says “your e-mail here” then click “join our e-mail list” right below your entered email. It will take you to a new webpage where you can choose to opt-in or out of a variety of blog alerts for MaryJanesFarm. Make sure you’ve checked the “Blog Alerts: Raising Jane Journal” box to continue to receive Raising Jane email alerts. -ace
When I first looked, I thought bluebird house, THEN I thought, outhouse. It is adorable.
What would a farm be without one of these? A much smaller version but very cute.
Ah for the days of being a child. I grew up on a farm (until the age of 9) here in western Pennsylvania and maybe my memories are clouded or colored by fondness, but there was dew on the grass, a rooster crowed in the background, horses whinnied — oh, don’t get me started because here come the tears.
Lord, keep me grounded in the present but don’t let me forget the past.