![]() If your questions are not answered there, feel free to contact us and we will gladly help.Ĭolor issues? Ensure printer is inkjet. ![]() If you need assistance with your downloaded files please refer to the FAQ below. Its sale, reproduction, reinterpretation, diffusion, distribution and use for commercial purposes is prohibited. You can download one for free on the official site: ĭue to variations in monitors, the colors shown on your screen may vary slightly from the actual printed file.ĬOPYRIGHT: Design for private use. You can find more help on downloading your print here: Instant download: You will receive the link to the downloads immediately after payment. “Print Actual Size” or “Print at 100%” should be checked to fit your planner. Make sure that your printable prints true to size. You will be receiving a "Thank You" PDF with a downloadable link to: 1 zip folder (Includes: 1 PDFs + 6 PNGs + Instructions) Off to ready my “rows” and pull a few “weeds” today.Don't Quit Your Day Dream Happy Planner Cover - Big / Classic / Mini It still needs some fine tuning, but the wheels are officially in motion. Thinking about these gals and their go-for-it-ness has me feeling extra enthusiastic about a new venture I’ve spent a lot of time daydreaming about. □Īshley opened Parish in April of 2010, and just like my Mom and her berry patch, she didn’t know what kind of crowd to expect.įour years later, and folks are still picking! □ If you don’t live in Montgomery, I put on my waterproof boots and snapped these pictures just for you. If you live in Montgomery, you know it was raining cats and dogs that day. ( My brother and Mother, pickin’ in the patch in 1985)Īnd speaking of creative and industrious women who inspire me, I stopped by my friend Ashley’s shop on Monday afternoon. She charged 50 cents a pound, and to this day I can’t see a strawberry without thinking of her. ![]() Oh the traffic jams on the single-lane dirt road that led to our house! Folks from all around came out and filled their plastic pails full of Mom’s delicious berries. Initially, my parents had no idea what kind of crowd to expect, but they learned real quick that Minnesotans love their strawberries, and people come in droves to pick them. Two Tuesdays, two Thursdays, and two weekends. We were open for business 8 days a year for six years. We had two varieties: Stoplight and Trumpeter, and when the time was right, my Mom painted pretty road signs and placed a local ad so that people would (hopefully) come to pick them. She worked so hard to ready those rows…spreading fertilizer…pulling weeds. That’s exactly (and only) when our berries were ripe for the pickin’. Our land was shaped like a triangle, and there was a half acre-sized strawberry patch in the northeast corner of it. Worried a lot of them would go to waste, and inspired to bring in some extra cash for our family, my Mom decided to open the patch up to the public during the third and fourth weeks in June. There were six outbuildings, and a million places for my brother and I to dream. The farmhouse we lived in sat on seven acres. Annuals, perennials, fruits and veggies- she churned the earth for them all. As a kid, I never understood her fascination with soil and sunshine. Thirty+ years later, I think believe it had something to do with improving a piece of the world…hers and ours. My dad wanted to be near more deer & ducks, and my mom wanted room to grow. My parents were in their late 20’s, and my brother and I were 5 and 8. We moved out to the country on April Fools Day in 1983. I rediscovered some newspaper articles from my childhood this week and memories of my Mom digging up an extra “day job” rushed right across time and back into my head.
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