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Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

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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 more staples keeping the homestead fires burning for months to come. As one chore leads to another success is measured one day at a time. That is why time is worth its weight during the hay days of the old south…………………………..Dan

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 feed and seed barn with rough cut pine that we milled right here on the farm. I`m just restoring it back to what I call the historical time making it fit for another hundred thousand miles of old mule use. Legacy, tradition, history, what ever you might call it, right here where time stands still has my name all over it. Preserving every day history is the only roots our future will have. So for generations to come preservation is a must not to mention the pride gained from another job accomplished the Old Mule way……………………………Dan

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. Moving among the glistening moisture left behind, it to will be short lived against the remaining dog says of August. This is Dixie and there is nowhere else I`d rather be than in the land of cotton. With that said looking across today I believe tomorrow will be just fine……………………………….Dan

 

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 home to this thankful heart. The things that surround me each day are the things that most likely would not be noticed by others, then maybe if they had my view they might see things different from me. I say care should be taken by all to never underestimate the power of what lays before the next thing we see in life……………………….Dan 

Cool Waters

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  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 alright I`ll just keep the secrets of old all to myself as I find comfort in both what was and still is when you look for it……………Dan

Thankful Mornings

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  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 for the most part, never pushy or hurried, just peaceful enjoyment in all things farm related. With a determined spirit and willing heart the course before the end will continue to be one of thankfulness among still riches in this our southern heritage…………………………..Dan

The Rest of the Best

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  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 never ending sight of the first lights bouncing off of tree tops and hedge rows. Embraced by echoes of quietness sounding across the ageless lanes that make up my surrounding. Never questionable always honest and above all things pure. Sitting on the back porch I`d say morning time defines the rest of what comes in the early thoughts of another great day……………………….Dan

When Contentment Comes

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  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 times, but sooner or latter I`ll try to catch up with it. The grindstone is oiled for a full day of adventure where work hastens us onward. There are fences to mend not to mention the flopping tin roof that awaits on the tractor shed. What a life we live one day at a time juggling between one thing to the next. Contentment comes at its best when one day runs into the next without even slowing down…………………………..Dan

The Ice Cream Churn

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  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 that has been heard at the old farmhouse for just about my lifetime now.  We prefer the solitude of simple country at its best. Only the distant sound of a crop duster making laps across a field found its way into our space. As for the ice cream it made the intended splash one spoonful at a time. Where else than in Georgia can you find sweet peaches rising out of salted ice on the best day that life has to offer…………….…Dan

Pioneer Respect

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  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 that time has opened my understanding deeper with respect for those who have come before me. The pioneers of the past walked into these woods, latter others pulled up on horse drawn wagons, now I plow onward in hopes the next pioneers are ready for a great challenge of their own………………………..Dan

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