The Old Mule

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 same as it is right now as fields were worked during the southern heat. My Old Mule barn is made of wood all the way, where others were made using field stone for walls allowing heavy wood timbers to form there inner structure. If time could talk life might have been hard, but barns speak volumes of a great era faded now in the past. A time found only at memories best bringing with it hardships coupled with laughter. Farms great or small had backbone with all hands on deck grinding out a lively hood second only to pure innovative ingenuity. As I touch the signs of the past, a great connection comes over me that anchors my roots even deeper in the fact that where we have come from is why we are where we are today………………….Dan