A view from my back porch…
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 …
A view from my back porch…
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 …
A view from my back porch…
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…
A view from my back porch…
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…
A view from my back porch…
Our spring garden has provided us with lots of vegetables early this year with more to come. As always there is no shortage from the ground to the table and for that we are most grateful. A well stocked pantry satisfies any needs here on the farm rounded out with ch…
A view from my back porch…
As the sun rises on another day the old farm sings it`s song of warm temperatures, pop up showers, and full bloom fragrance. From fence mending to garden planting life moves right along like clock work bringing us closer to summer time. For now the pace we set is ab…
A view from my back porch…
Sitting here listening to the early morning still sounds I know soon enough that will change. Before long the ole hound dogs across the hollow will bring their deep voices to the hand of who feeds them. The clicking of traffic as it crosses the tracks a mile to the …
A view from my back porch…
The best part of any day starts early here on the old farm. Its the moments before the rising of the sun where inspiration hinges on what ever thoughts come to mind. My view off the back porch at times stop within the darkness that fills the silent calm still mornin…
A view from my back porch…
Old Mule Farms is celebrating life as spring brings green to what was gray sights. Winter is now at rest as we pass Easter heading to the abundance this farm has always yielded. We resurrected a lot of memories over the last few days making our homestead heritage th…
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Warmer weather has crossed the old farm over several days now bringing with it the drive to get a few things done that have gone lacking. My old smoke house has seen better days, given years of use and just time damage so my focus is to restore it back to a past lif…
A view from my back porch…
Early spring has brought wedding celebrations to the old farm. Now what was a familiar face for some time has become an official member to my small clan here on Old Mule farms. One of my greatest joys is having my family close by. We all live within the fences of t…
A view from my back porch…
Even though spring is just around the corner we have already been seeing it slowly spring in bits and pieces here and there. Our winter garden is still going strong as we prepare to mingle new things among its rows. For as long as I remember we have had a garden to …
A view from my back porch…
Starting off with strong coffee, hot biscuits, and fried jowl means a good day is just off the back porch of the old homestead. I got me a lot to whittle on this week with chores galore that have gathered together. That usually means one big ole pile of sawdust in t…
A view from my back porch…
I still say there is nothing that takes the place of a wood fire in the morning warming up the old farmhouse for another day of adventure. Or the smell of smoke filtering up through the early skies bringing full circle the fact that winter is still among us for a wh…
A view from my back porch…
In the early hours of morning with nothing but the ticking of a spring wound clock the old farm house comes alive to live another day. Beyond its walls a new day awaits to be filled with all things farm related. With the hope of an early spring our time now is well …
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With a fire softly burning to take the chill out of the air, supper is on the stove as we end another day on the farm. What counts the most in life is a honest day working with strong hands that leads to peaceful fulfillment as night fall brings all things clearly i…
A view from my back porch…
As our winter months head into the new year the one constant is there is always work to get at. Farm life ends for no reason so we press on in grand fashion as life intends. The rewards from my work has value in ways that most will never understand. So how could I l…
A view from my back porch…
With some scattered rains lately the banks of wolf creek still runs by the old farm. My ole hollow has been lying alongside this creek as long as water has been flowing in these parts bringing with it all that one could ask for on this earth. The calming sounds, dr…
A view from my back porch…
Before we say goodbye to 2020 it has me thinking about how thankful we are for all who have been apart of such a tremendous year. Our farm has prospered as well as adding more historic preservation to its growing history. Our work slowed none, in fact it increased m…
A view from my back porch…
Old Mule Farms has seen a lot of seasons come and go. Each carrying a spirit of its own. It reminds me of the old country church where for years it stood standing as a beacon among darkened days. Such a spirit resonated through its doors as people gathered with purp…
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