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…
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…
A view from my back porch…
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…
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