The Rural Diaries Quotes

“Love is like farm work. It requires consistency, and imagination. Your body will ache and you will be fatigued, but there is no greater reward than seeing the fruits of your labor.”
― Hilarie Burton, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“I wanted to make every moment intentional. Wake up intentionally. Work intentionally. Eat intentionally. And rest intentionally.”
― Hilarie Burton, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“You have to have fun in the failures, especially when you’re reinventing yourself and trying new things. Your failures become your most memorable stories.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“It’s funny how you can hear a song your whole life and it’s just words and music. And then one day that same song can take on a whole new meaning and knock the breath out of you.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“There is a moment of absolute freedom that things that used to scare you no longer hold power over you anymore”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“Try. The want-to creates the how-to. And if all else fails, just fake it. But for God’s sake, at least try.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“Do you want to be right? Or do you want to happy?”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“There is a moment of absolute freedom when you realize that the things that used to scare you have no power over you anymore.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“I became a person that I liked.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“...was the kind of person that made you feel like big magical things were right around the corner, and you just had to be bold enough to make the turn.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“Life is about constantly changing perspective.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“When you look for the bad, expecting it, you will get it. When you know you will find the good—you will get that. —Eleanor H. Porter,”
― Hilarie Burton, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“But failure, and the response I got, made it okay to try things and fail. I felt safe.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“It doesn’t matter what you do . . . so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451”
― Hilarie Burton, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“Witches Brew Keep in mind that this recipe is from the 1980s!        6 tea bags of your choice (I use a spice tea)        1 can frozen orange juice        1 can frozen lemonade        3 cinnamon sticks        1 tablespoon cloves        Grab the biggest pot in your kitchen and add 4 quarts of water. Bring to a slow boil and add the tea bags. Let steep for 7 minutes. Remove the tea bags and add the frozen juice, lemonade, cinnamon sticks, and cloves. Simmer on medium heat for at least 30 minutes. To serve, strain out the spices and ladle into a teacup. Splash in a healthy dose of whiskey to make it interesting.”
― Hilarie Burton, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“Hilarie’s Magic Potion 8 ounces apple cider vinegar 8 ounces beet juice 4 ounces lemon juice Water In a large jar or pitcher, mix together apple cider vinegar, beet juice, and lemon juice. (I keep this in the fridge, and it lasts a little longer than a week.) Each night, fill a glass half full of the mixture and then dilute it with cold water to fill the glass.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“When you find a community that nurtures you and your family, it isn't enough to just live in it; you must also nurture and protect that place and all the people who give you respite, solace, joy, and just enough hell to keep life interesting.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“When you have a miscarriage, there's no funeral. There's no right for your grief. You mourn alone, even when entirely surrounded by people.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“And as things bloom and grow and live here, we are constantly reminded what a gift it is to put our hands in the dirt and connect with the land and each other through Mischief Farm.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“There’s something about constantly moving in high gear—when you have the opportunity to stop, you almost don’t know how.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“I want to push myself everyday, and everyday be intentional”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. —Laura Ingalls Wilder, “A Bouquet of Wild Flowers”
― Hilarie Burton, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“It doesn’t matter what you do . . . so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“Coming home in May, I hit the ground running. I couldn’t feel anything if I kept busy, so I became the most task-oriented person in town. The garden I planted at Samuel’s was overflowing with blooms. Gus’s class snacks were lavish Pinterest-worthy creations. My garden was incredibly tidy. All the little sprouts of weeds were targets for my suppressed emotions. Kill kill kill.

I worried Jeffrey. I knew I was a shell of myself. I knew that he could see it. So I avoided him.

He found me down in the garden one day. I had collected a heap of rocks that were left over from a landscaping project. Pulling them out, one by one from the back of the Rhino, I was laying a path through our large vegetable garden that would allow me easier access to our snap peas, beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers at the back of the garden. I’d pinched my hand between two large stones and blood caked my knuckles.

“Talk to me," he said, hands shoved deep down in his pockets.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine." I was angry. I’d wanted to talk months before. I’d wanted him to hold me in bed while I cried. I’d wanted him to not have been so difficult about getting pregnant in the first place. I’d wanted him not to disappear to go chop wood and then get resentful that I was doing the exact same thing. What’s good for the goose, right? I’d wanted him to know I was angry and then apologize. And these mantras of anger had been running around in my head for months. But then —

“I’m sorry," he said.

Jeffrey had finally seen me. We talked about our grief. We talked about how we both left like failures. We talked about how lonely we were. Suddenly, standing there with his hands in his pockets, Jeffrey was a different person. He was incredibly vulnerable. He talked to me about how much he valued me and that this was him home and that was worth any fight.

And as we talked, he started helping me. He stood and went to get a whole bunch of rocks, laying pathways through the garden for me. Each path was a manifestation of what he was saying. We worked on this garden together.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“It was springtime on Mischief Farm. Babies were everywhere. Baby chicks at the feed store. Baby dairy cows in the field. Baby bunnies and foxes in our woods. But the things I used to delight in now served as a reminder of how broken I felt. Jeff was home, but I was avoiding him. We didn’t know how to talk to each other. The things I needed to hear, he didn’t know how to say; and the things he needed me to be, I couldn’t be. We moved around the same spaces, but not together. He wouldn’t enter a room until I left it. I wouldn’t tell him where I was going; I’d just leave and hide out in the garden or in town. I was just a vessel, and I was empty. Any energy I did have was going to Gus; I had nothing left for Jeff.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“After the miscarriage I was surrounded by dead-baby flowers, dead-baby books, and lots of boxes of dead-baby tea. I felt like I was drowning in a dead-baby sea. My mother didn’t know how to help but knew that I needed her. She sent me a soft bathrobe and a teapot, and I wept for hours on the phone with her. Mostly, she listened as I sorted through all my thoughts and feelings. If I’m angry or upset about something, or even if I’m happy about something, it isn’t real until I articulate it. I need a narrative. I guess that’s something Jeff and I share. We both need a story to fit into. The Burton ability to turn misfortune into narrative is something I’m grateful I was taught. It helps me think, Well, okay, that’s just a funny story. You should hear my father talking about his mother and those damn forsythia bushes.
My sisters-in-law sent me lovely, heartfelt packages. Christina sent me teas and a journal and a letter I cherish. She included Cheryl Strayed’s book Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar. Christina is a mother. I felt like she understood the toll this sadness was taking on me, and she encouraged me to practice self-care. Jess gave me the book Reveal: A Secret Manual for Getting Spiritually Naked by Meggan Watterson and some other books about the divine feminine. She knew that there was nothing she could say, but everything she wanted to articulate was in those books. Jess has always had an almost psychic ability to understand my inner voice. She is quiet and attuned to what people are really saying rather than what they present to the world. I knew her book choices were deliberate, but I couldn’t read them for a while because they were dead-baby books.

If people weren’t giving me dead baby gifts, they wanted to tell me dead-baby stories. There’s nothing more frustrating than someone saying, “Well, welcome to the club. I’ve had twelve miscarriages." It seemed like there was an unspoken competition between members of this fucked up sorority. I quickly realized this is a much bigger club than I knew and that everyone had stories and advice. And as much as I appreciated it, I had to find my own way.

Tara gave me a book called Vessels: A Love Story, by Daniel Raeburn, about his and his wife’s experience of a number of miscarriages. His book helped because I couldn’t wrap my head around Jeff’s side of the story, and he certainly wasn’t telling it to me. He was out in the garage until dinnertime every day. He would come in, eat, help Gus shower, and then disappear for the rest of the night.

I often read social media posts from couples announcing, “Hey we miscarried but it brought us closer together." I think it’s fair to say that miscarriage did not bring Jeffrey and me closer together. We were living in the same space but leading parallel lives. To be honest, most of the time we weren’t even living in the same space.

That spring The Good Wife was canceled. We had banked on that being a job Jeff would do for a couple of years, one that would keep him in New York City. Then he landed Negan on The Walking Dead, and suddenly he would be all the way down in Georgia for the next three to five years.

We were never going to have another child. It had been so hard to get pregnant. I felt like I was pulling teeth trying to coordinate dates when Jeff would be around and I’d be ovulating. It felt like every conversation was about having a baby.

He’d ask, “What do you want for dinner?"

I’d say, “A baby."

“Hey, what do you want to do this weekend?"

I’d say, “Have a baby.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free. —Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“In a world where chaos abounds, making coffee is ceremonial and an act of self-care. Here are a few tips:”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“This s real, this is who I am. This is what matters.
There is a moment of absolute freedom when you realize that the things that used to scare you have no power over you anymore. I had the freedom to tell the truth.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm

“For every death, there is a birth. For every winter, there is a summer. And as things bloom and grow and live here, we are constantly reminded what a gift it is to put our hands in the dirt and connect with the land and each other through Michief Farm.”
― Hilarie Burton Morgan, The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm