My farm is at the end of a long dirt road called Wild Iris Lane. It meanders through rolling hills of farmland and trees of pine, and in the summer, patches of wild iris in a wild array of lavender-tinted hues.
Here’s a fun word: Absquatulate
As in, “Her daddy had a shotgun because we all thought Hank would absquatulate before the wedding.”
Or, “I think you forgot to tie up your horse, pardner, because he seems to have absquatulated.”
Or, “The police caught those scoundrel bank robbers before they had a chance to absquatulate with all the money.”
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.
