A view from my back porch…
The old farm house takes on the signs of seasonal thanksgiving even though the spirit of thanks is present within us daily. Some of my fondest memories are woven around this time of year where the old farm makes for the greatest backdrop anyone could ask for. Roast …
A view from my back porch…
There`s a sharp snap across the farm this morning so I recon winter is making its move to get some what closer. Right now I`d say things are purty lively on the farm as we get started, but its November and should be a little cooler. Our work has had us splitting sea…
A view from my back porch…
Steady rains cross the old farm bringing us from one day into the next as we journey onward. Just as the old farm drinks to soothe the parchment of the season, I sit with coffee in hand patiently waiting a new day to take shape. We move from harvest time in this rev…
A view from my back porch…
Just like that harvest time rolls through the old farm bringing it closer to this years close. That time where dust brings the scents of dug peanuts through the air. Cotton is ready to pick and hay is being cut in grand fashion. Maybe it really isn`t a end to harve…
A view from my back porch…
Slowly I`m watching fog slithering through the old hollow this morning. Just like many times before it always comes in for some reason from the east making its exit just west of my back porch. There is a natural slopping hollow that runs along the middle side of the…
A view from my back porch…
Its early here at the old farmhouse with a gentle rain making its way through the darkness. My work load today is about usual for this time of year. Just keeping the farm moving along as fall begins to make marks as it has for a lifetime in these woods. Beyond any o…
A view from my back porch…
In the following days before fall arrives our attention is turned to cutting hay. Stocking up hay storage that winter treat for our four legged farm workers has been part of my old farm for decades. The goal is simple to include additional hay to sell providing yet …
A view from my back porch…
As summer catches up to fall I`m finding myself working on some old farm buildings around here that time has worked on as well. Weather does take hold as years pass by making repairs a must on any working farm. So with that said I have been slowly residing my old fe…
A view from my back porch…
Paddling around in summer rains compares none to standing in front of a winters fire. However yesterdays rain brought drink to the needs of fertile fields moving us closer towards summers end. So slowly we advance with a firm grip on life as we walk into today. Movi…
A view from my back porch…
When I stand gazing out across the side yard of the old farmhouse it always brings pleasure to see the brightness of another great day on the farm. Timeless to say the lest, still where the clock has stopped, peaceful in simplicity, young to old eyes, all the while …
A view from my back porch…
Along side of the old farm Wolf creek runs clear for this time of year bringing a refreshing hint of babbling cool to our southern summertime heat wave. Once a gathering place for many on a long Sunday afternoon, now hardly noticed in a day of busyness. That`s alrig…
A view from my back porch…
A sleepy still hovers in the morning air holding the slightest cool soon to be taken in exchange for another southern day on the farm. For now my porch finds this stillness rewarding as my days go by even faster than before. Life here has always been pleasantly busy…
A view from my back porch…
I have always said that early to rise is the best when you want to see the rest. The rest of the best day starts early around here and never ends early for no reason. That brings the scope of now closer into view as I look out across the old farm this morning. That …
A view from my back porch…
Early morning starts like most others around the old farm each day. There is a low fog hanging out over the east pasture clinging like a remnant left from yesterdays rain showers to a grateful farm in waiting. Summer marches forward at a faster pace than I walk at t…
A view from my back porch…
Under the canopy of the big trees shaded by the cool welcoming of the old back porch we spent time making up a batch of homemade peach ice cream. The fact that it was ninety something elsewhere on the farm our time was spent relaxing in the calm sounds of quietness …
A view from my back porch…
The old farm begins to brighten earlier each morning as time marches into full summer. With all things in full force our days are filled with shuffling chores among the have to basics. A routine all to familiar in my life and a welcome one at that. It might just be…
A view from my back porch…
Forty acres and a mule was sure a sight many years ago. That was my thoughts as I gazed down across the back fifty yesterday as blue sky's gently hovered overhead. When you place the sum of several hundred acres in the mix you will find the same clouds watch over ev…
A view from my back porch…
There is nothing like the smell of fresh hay in the barn, but the prize this morning goes to the sun rising above the old barn roof. Right there is proof enough if one looks as blessings beam down one ray at a time. The beginning of another day as it springs forward…
A view from my back porch…
The first light of every morning brings into sight my old barn where today I know my work awaits. Its the place that has been the center hub on farms and here on Old Mule Farms its no exception. Although around here is somewhat different in that a historical past is…
A view from my back porch…
Its early as I gaze off the back porch of the old farm house watching the slow rise of another day. It is sure to burst forth before you know it just in time to call me out to the barn for another day of farm work. I do count it a honor to be able to arise on any da…
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