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Over the years patches have patched past patches along every fence line on the old farm. The last several months and more to come will find us building new fences to secure the next generation of cattle raisers in the family. It`s not a chore to make better now for…
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Grinding corn to feed another day on the old farm is just another day doing what we do best. We have animals that depend on us just as we depend on them. So, all must eat including us farmhouse dwellers. Living out today's portion for we know not what tomorrow hold…
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Spring makes itself known all around the old farm. Our early garden is growing nicely along with the budding of vines to fruit trees. The summer grasses of our hay fields have stepped up on the color pallet. These are just a few signs that life marches forward as we…
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With an eye on spring like weather we have been working on the old hen house. Building some new nesting box`s along with an additional roost or two things are look`n good. It`s like most things in life. Every now and then a little attention, maybe a facelift of sort…
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As February comes towards it`s end much has been accomplished. We have logged some fallen trees where we spent several days at our sawmill turning them into usable lumber for some upcoming old mule projects. Fence work continues in stages but looking good from a dis…
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Our winter rains continue to replenish what's needed on the farm. Although it stops the building of new fences and needed repairs to old ones, but that's alright in the cycle of things. Rains do aid with my nap time as the old tin roof of the farmhouse sings just ab…
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In true Old Mule style, we are hammering out the beginning of a new year here on the farm. This old hollow is sounding out the first of many changes all with a eye towards the traditional ways of country life. Our rich historical history fuels the winter fires that …
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Silence of still Christmas memories find rest in the old farmhouse this morning. My recollections from the past flood faster as Christmas day approaches. Through it all the blessing to see another day with clarity is by far for me the brightest star on this side of …
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It`s a tradition around here after Thanksgiving its country sausage making time on the Old Mule Farms. With our weather cooperating in the cooler department fresh hog meat met the ole meat grinder over the weekend. Armed with my secret old mule sausage spice mixture…
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With crisp mornings and warmer afternoons my mind sets sight on childhood memories of carefree anticipation of things like upcoming celebrations of glad tidings and such. Extra food was expected in my boyhood home where family would sample on this and that till the …
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Growing up here on the farm many seasons have come and gone. The changing of one then another always have brought there different colors to the field side. There has always been a rich bounty I find within fall colors. Quickly they come almost with exit plans in pla…
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Our cooler mornings have my sights set on evening fires burning in the fire place bringing that comfort warmth only it can. Decades have found us doing just that here in the old farmhouse where the charm of it all still carries the day even in memories past. I tell …
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This month is sure to have me fiddling with one thing then another. That`s about right as we dive into October making ruts along our fall garden patch, stacking firewood high and dry, did I mention cutting hay again before years end. I have several ode jobs to get a…
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I tell you these somewhat cooler mornings we are having sure start any day off nicely. In fact they start my mind thinking about how the year winds toward the shortening of days, warmer meals, and winter nights in front of the fire. I know we still have some hot day…
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It`s that time again. The first sighting of this years woolly worm has made its way to the old farm. As always my ancestral weather indicator clicked in like it has for decades now. Ole woolly had a very wide rusty brown band of color around its back. The old folks …
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Another day starts at the old farm house much as it has for a lifetime now. Fresh coffee brews on the stove while bacon fries to perfection. A pan of scratch biscuits with fresh butter awaits fig preserves. It`s the simple things that find recognition in everyday li…
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It`s early morning on the farm as I sit here drinking my coffee counting the miles that have been trod over the fields of time. Kicking up dust as drought comes with summers heat about equals the muddy fields which comes with early spring rains. This cycle seems to …
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Its canning time on the old farm. You know putting the best up to be pulled out on a cold winters day or at that right moment to feast upon. From pickled vegetables to jams and preserves. You might say what ever can be stored we normally get with it. A well stocked …
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Our young calves are growing daily as we move them from pasture to pasture. Destined to make the farm heard bigger over time bringing with it that needed part as all things must pull its own weight. The balance of one thing then another makes everything as a whole w…
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With wicks trimmed and burning our flags are waving in remembrance as they do each day here on the farm. This place wouldn`t be here or what it is today with out the sacrifice of those who gave all to secure it and all freedoms that cross the country side of Americ…
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