Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: About Us

Hello!

We are a family of 9 living on 27 acres in the cattle and citrus country of Central Florida.

We love our life here and strive to live every day for the honor and glory of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ! We have a small farm where we raise cows, chickens, a horse, a pig, and goat.

In 1999 we bought a raw piece of land (an old orange grove) and started building a house and working the land. The Lord has truly blessed our efforts and we have come a long way. We completed the last part of our house in 2009 and the farm is a work in progress. Daddy owns a trucking business that we run from our property. He is also a master mechanic, a pilot, and is good at just about anything and everything. We thank the Lord for such a God-fearing, hard-working, talented father!

Mama home-schools all of us {Callie graduated in 2010} and we love it! Mama also does all the bookkeeping for our small business. She is our master gardener and because of her foresight, we now have 9 peach trees, 4 pear trees, 3 plum trees, numerous orange, lemon, tangerine, and kumquat trees, fig trees, a pomegranate tree, a mulberry tree, banana trees, 6 apple trees, a guava tree, and a loquat tree, most of which are full grown and producing tons of wonderful fruit every year! We also have a large organic garden which the Lord continues to bless.

We enjoy cooking, canning, baking, singing, playing instruments, playing sports, swimming, fishing, going to rodeos, whip popping, "Civil War" reenacting, learning about History, {especially Southern and Scottish} making costumes for every era, hosting parties, and being with our family, friends, and Church family.

We are blessed to have our grandmother (Daddy's mother) living on our property with us. Mama's parents live just down the road so we LOVE having them over quite often. They are such a blessing to us! Granddaddy is the pastor of our home Church. Grandmama plays the piano and is about the most musically talented person we know! We love being able to glean from her knowledge of music. {And many, many other things!}

So join us on our journey of sowing and reaping, serving the Lord, and enjoying the wonders of His Creation--Where the Orange Blossoms Grow!

No King but King Jesus!

The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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