A view from my back porch…
Quietly the sun rises on another day for it can not be touched by beast nor man. Slowly the shadows of darkness mingles with the early light of the next best day since yesterday. We have fresh air to breath, with a peaceful calm across the farm, yes sir I say this i…
A view from my back porch…
Meanwhile on Old Mule Farms life moves along as fast as history is made. With blue sky's the last several days coupled with 70 degree temps it almost makes one jump instead of walk. Spring is in the air and I for one am welcoming it with a standing ovation. My mind …
A view from my back porch…
I`m just watching the sun as it starts to rise over the farm where work abounds along with our regular routine. According to the old mule scale it looks like spring will arrive early this year. Already there are tell tell signs of growth coming through from winter w…
A view from my back porch…
Just like I like is the early morning hours where time is the quietest on earth. That time right before the first tractor heads down the dirt road for a long day. Those moments when only a faint stirring can be heard coming from under that canopy of wooded trees ove…
A view from my back porch…
With a good heavy layer of mulch covering onion sets the side garden will show life before long here on the farm. We depend on what we grow as part of what makes it onto the farm table just as our for fathers did before us. I think the stewardship role we have is as…
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The old fireplace is certainly the main center of our farmhouse during the cold days of winter. Here is where we plan out our days, give our thanks, and share the latest news from town. I suppose it has seen more living itself than we can see in a lifetime. It has c…
A view from my back porch…
The air blows cold across the old farm this morning. Winter has finally set in after a long lengthy start from last year. Our fire wood is stacked high to keep the kitchen stove and fireplace going. The hay is all gathered nestled tightly in the loft. Cured ham with…
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With the spirit of this eve upon us my mind goes back remembering how we have managed to keep simple as the driving force among the lighted bliss that surrounds this age old humble start. Sure our table is set, just as simple as it is on any other day. Lights you sa…
A view from my back porch…
Its cold out this morning so there ain`t gonna be no back porch sitting today. I`m just fine right here in front of the fire warming one side at a time. It does have me thinking about how things come together. A glance back over this year brings one piece in place w…
A view from my back porch…
Today begins like most others for me with my set routine here on the old farm. The sounds of cows calling out as the cold morning air stirs a restless side that is heard echoing through the woods. This calling is also one that nature has needs and is dependent on us…
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The farmhouse is ready and our Thanksgiving table is set to welcome what family will gather. Thankfulness comes in many forms each with different meanings that tell the true story of all things given. Tradition is rooted in history and nowhere is that any better und…
A view from my back porch…
The start to that laid back time of year is now upon us as cold rushes across the farm. Winters hay is under the shed with all fences in good shape. The old barn is repaired once more to stand the test of future times all while trying to maintain the rest of the far…
A view from my back porch…
As I was sitting on old back porch the other morning my view was second to none. A mighty hawk was flying carefree over the east pasture. What looked like no effort was upheld by that mysterious invisible wind that has the ability to propel the smallest to the large…
A view from my back porch…
The last several nights have brought that seasonal awareness that our temperature is changing. The walls and halls of the old farmhouse slowly squeak creaking their way through the night as they have year after year. I don`t really know whose bones crackle or pop more m…
A view from my back porch…
The old farm is taking on a different look as the season has finally started to change. Our weather has been much different up till now bringing somewhat of a slow start to the changing of colors. Before long a pallet of all known colors will find stance before turn…
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In the pre hours of early morning the sound of steel on steel crosses over the trestle bridge about a mile away. When conditions are all lined up one can hear as far as allowed and so our day starts with distant echos racing across the floor of this old hollow. A da…
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Pulling back age old moss draping from large oaks I find my mind this morning going over the journey of a lifetime conjuring up visions from what was a common day on this land during the plantation area just a few short years ago. In all likely hood it was much the …
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With autumn now in calenders sight I see the nights getting somewhat longer as the clock ticks towards winter. The sun is slower to rise giving me that awareness that before long firewood will find a home next to the cooler mornings on the ole back porch. For now we…
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Well our summer garden has just about played out with little to nothing left. There are a few peppers hanging on in hopes that we will pull them before they fall. Its been a good summer for all things garden related. Now its time to move on into the next season of t…
A view from my back porch…
Looking back over this week we have been busy as a bee on the old farm with lots to show for time well spent. My view for several days now looking out over the hood of my old 40-20 running over acres of fresh cut grass. Tedder and raking just ahead of baling some ne…
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