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Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

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Whittling the Day Away

A view from my back porch…

  Starting off with strong coffee, hot biscuits, and fried jowl means a good day is just off the back porch of the old homestead. I got me a lot to whittle on this week with chores galore that have gathered together. That usually means one big ole pile of sawdust in t…

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Beyond the Smoke

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  I still say there is nothing that takes the place of a wood fire in the morning warming up the old farmhouse for another day of adventure. Or the smell of smoke filtering up through the early skies bringing full circle the fact that winter is still among us for a wh…

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Oil it Up

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  In the early hours of morning with nothing but the ticking of a spring wound clock the old farm house comes alive to live another day. Beyond its walls a new day awaits to be filled with all things farm related. With the hope of an early spring our time now is well …

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Focus First

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  With a fire softly burning to take the chill out of the air, supper is on the stove as we end another day on the farm. What counts the most in life is a honest day working with strong hands that leads to peaceful fulfillment as night fall brings all things clearly i…

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Honest Work

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  As our winter months head into the new year the one constant is there is always work to get at. Farm life ends for no reason so we press on in grand fashion as life intends. The rewards from my work has value in ways that most will never understand. So how could I l…

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Slowly Flowing By

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  With some scattered rains lately the banks of wolf creek still runs by the old farm. My ole hollow has been lying alongside  this creek as long as water has been flowing in these parts bringing with it all that one could ask for on this earth. The calming sounds, dr…

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Goodbye

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  Before we say goodbye to 2020 it has me thinking about how thankful we are for all who have been apart of such a tremendous year. Our farm has prospered as well as adding more historic preservation to its growing history. Our work slowed none, in fact it increased m…

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Life on the Farm

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  Old Mule Farms has seen a lot of seasons come and go. Each carrying a spirit of its own. It reminds me of the old country church where for years it stood standing as a beacon among darkened days. Such a spirit resonated through its doors as people gathered with purp…

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A Sweet Christmas Treat

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  The old farmhouse finds life in the simplest of things even when beyond the fences of the farm life seems to spiral in chaos. Call it roasting or call it baking it don`t make much difference to me. When you wrap up farm grown sweet potatoes in tinfoil then gently la…

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A Warm Glow

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  Going back a few years ago out in the kitchen of my old farm house hung the only electric light in the house. It was a cotton insulated wire dropped down from the center of the ceiling ending with a socket holding a glass light bulb in the end of it. We have somehow…

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Thankful Signs

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  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 …

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Hide from the Cold

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  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…

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Shine On

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  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…

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Harvest of Dust

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  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…

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A Mountain of Fog

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  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…

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Beyond History

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  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…

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The Price of Time

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  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 …

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Roots for another Day

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  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…

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Summers End

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  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…

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Next to Old

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  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 …

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