A view from my back porch…
With crisp mornings and warmer afternoons my mind sets sight on childhood memories of carefree anticipation of things like upcoming celebrations of glad tidings and such. Extra food was expected in my boyhood home where family would sample on this and that till the …
A view from my back porch…
Growing up here on the farm many seasons have come and gone. The changing of one then another always have brought there different colors to the field side. There has always been a rich bounty I find within fall colors. Quickly they come almost with exit plans in pla…
A view from my back porch…
Our cooler mornings have my sights set on evening fires burning in the fire place bringing that comfort warmth only it can. Decades have found us doing just that here in the old farmhouse where the charm of it all still carries the day even in memories past. I tell …
A view from my back porch…
This month is sure to have me fiddling with one thing then another. That`s about right as we dive into October making ruts along our fall garden patch, stacking firewood high and dry, did I mention cutting hay again before years end. I have several ode jobs to get a…
A view from my back porch…
I tell you these somewhat cooler mornings we are having sure start any day off nicely. In fact they start my mind thinking about how the year winds toward the shortening of days, warmer meals, and winter nights in front of the fire. I know we still have some hot day…
A view from my back porch…
It`s that time again. The first sighting of this years woolly worm has made its way to the old farm. As always my ancestral weather indicator clicked in like it has for decades now. Ole woolly had a very wide rusty brown band of color around its back. The old folks …
A view from my back porch…
Another day starts at the old farm house much as it has for a lifetime now. Fresh coffee brews on the stove while bacon fries to perfection. A pan of scratch biscuits with fresh butter awaits fig preserves. It`s the simple things that find recognition in everyday li…
A view from my back porch…
It`s early morning on the farm as I sit here drinking my coffee counting the miles that have been trod over the fields of time. Kicking up dust as drought comes with summers heat about equals the muddy fields which comes with early spring rains. This cycle seems to …
A view from my back porch…
Its canning time on the old farm. You know putting the best up to be pulled out on a cold winters day or at that right moment to feast upon. From pickled vegetables to jams and preserves. You might say what ever can be stored we normally get with it. A well stocked …
A view from my back porch…
Our young calves are growing daily as we move them from pasture to pasture. Destined to make the farm heard bigger over time bringing with it that needed part as all things must pull its own weight. The balance of one thing then another makes everything as a whole w…
A view from my back porch…
With wicks trimmed and burning our flags are waving in remembrance as they do each day here on the farm. This place wouldn`t be here or what it is today with out the sacrifice of those who gave all to secure it and all freedoms that cross the country side of Americ…
A view from my back porch…
Our spring garden has provided us with lots of vegetables early this year with more to come. As always there is no shortage from the ground to the table and for that we are most grateful. A well stocked pantry satisfies any needs here on the farm rounded out with ch…
A view from my back porch…
As the sun rises on another day the old farm sings it`s song of warm temperatures, pop up showers, and full bloom fragrance. From fence mending to garden planting life moves right along like clock work bringing us closer to summer time. For now the pace we set is ab…
A view from my back porch…
Sitting here listening to the early morning still sounds I know soon enough that will change. Before long the ole hound dogs across the hollow will bring their deep voices to the hand of who feeds them. The clicking of traffic as it crosses the tracks a mile to the …
A view from my back porch…
The best part of any day starts early here on the old farm. Its the moments before the rising of the sun where inspiration hinges on what ever thoughts come to mind. My view off the back porch at times stop within the darkness that fills the silent calm still mornin…
A view from my back porch…
Old Mule Farms is celebrating life as spring brings green to what was gray sights. Winter is now at rest as we pass Easter heading to the abundance this farm has always yielded. We resurrected a lot of memories over the last few days making our homestead heritage th…
A view from my back porch…
Warmer weather has crossed the old farm over several days now bringing with it the drive to get a few things done that have gone lacking. My old smoke house has seen better days, given years of use and just time damage so my focus is to restore it back to a past lif…
A view from my back porch…
Early spring has brought wedding celebrations to the old farm. Now what was a familiar face for some time has become an official member to my small clan here on Old Mule farms. One of my greatest joys is having my family close by. We all live within the fences of t…
A view from my back porch…
Even though spring is just around the corner we have already been seeing it slowly spring in bits and pieces here and there. Our winter garden is still going strong as we prepare to mingle new things among its rows. For as long as I remember we have had a garden to …
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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