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…
A view from my back porch…
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…
A view from my back porch…
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…
A view from my back porch…
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 …
A view from my back porch…
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…
A view from my back porch…
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…
A view from my back porch…
Recently I stopped by stepping through the doors of a old country store that has stood as a landmark in a small Georgia town since 1918. With the smallest of items I wet my appetite just as my mind remembered from by gone days. Reaching for a ice cold bottle coke fo…
A view from my back porch…
Our summer heat is pressing downward as the land grows further in time bringing fond memories of last winter with it. For now our days are filled with opportunities ready to be marched on and conquered. Each rug on the ladder is either a uphill climb or a descendin…
A view from my back porch…
As I reflect back over this week I`m satisfied that the ole farm is steadily moving forward paced comfortably for the old mule. Although busy, advancement can be seen just about any where you look. Just think we even have today to go and by the time you add that int…
A view from my back porch…
I`m trying to be a little quieter this morning as I scuffle around in the dark. We have one of our grand daughters staying with us a few days enjoying the old farmhouse along with how life is on this side of the farm. Even in the quietness I can still hear past gene…
A view from my back porch…
Peas and corn are up here on the farm, just like all of our other vegetables and right now everything is looking good. I tell you there has been a garden here at the old farm house as long as I can remember. We still consider it a valued part of our everyday life. O…
A view from my back porch…
Good morning to all as the day starts with strong coffee for breaking in today's task. The boys and I have been rolling hay the last several mornings, with acres more to cover over the next several hours. You know rewards come in many ways and in our chase when they…
A view from my back porch…
I have the old farm smelling mighty good this morning. Have the smokehouse full of pork bringing that fragrance I enjoy so much. Throughout the years smoke has filled just about every inch of this place at one time or another. Once a main source for the early people…
A view from my back porch…
When train travel was once a main part of our society its hard to remember those times among the speeding cars out on the roadways of this land today. Although I sat and pondered the sounds of locomotives pulling into the train depot thinking of passengers getting o…
A view from my back porch...
As I rock along this morning waiting on the rest of the farm to awake from its restful sleep my mind ponders along days gone by. I for one have sung many songs over the years, walked many walks, worn at times more than one hat, but the old old story has more meaning now…
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