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Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

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Thankful Mornings

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 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

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 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

Muleskinner

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  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 every square inch. I think the muleskinners of the past for the most part were simple farmers just tuning up their once four legged tractor to hew a simple living out of a dusty field. I did not say easy living which to this day on that score similarity remains although our tractors drink fuel and our feed troughs have run dry.

 What thoughts one can have when all is well where progress is made the same ole way. With a hands on attitude, pride in a job well done, all being lead by a hope in a greater tomorrow that carries any day steadily on course. I`m grateful to still be counted among those with a vision sighted on all things country…………………………..Dan

Just Slow Down

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  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 in time circles the farm this morning making way for more memories with each path taken. For those who always take the hurried roads to speed down never finding much if anything in the wake of self searching just go on ahead. I`ll pace myself at a slower speed taking in the views that might not ever be seen again. To miss even one would be a sad day in Dixie…………………………………Dan

Morning Lights

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  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 present even at times in the way things are done. Tradition is rooted in things of value which equates into longevity. There is a soul to everything that really gives that living feel to life itself. Here history is not locked up in the pages of a book, rather it knocks on every day reaching toward the willingness of tired eyes. With a strong back before long I will take my place in unrecorded time as I swing open the old barn door one more time in hopes a difference can be made in my neck of the woods that will secure a small place in the annals of our family………………………Dan

Humble Challenges

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 day and to be such blessed as to be counted among the first to see the glimmer of the first lights to shine down. The old farm has given me such beauty and encouragement like this for a lifetime now. With sights from all around what comes on the horizon today will make any challenge to come already conquered. So fearless we sit humbled to receive as a new day unfolds here on old mule farms……………………Dan

Closer than you Think

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 is going to be a great day. With coffee in hand my thoughts run with signs of hands on accomplishments for the week. Staying busy is not a job. Its a honor to keep the grind stone turning as any well oiled machine humbled by the many blessings that reach our holler three fold. Surly what this farm gives is far more than substance, I believe its an understanding of an unseen balance that brings yesterday closer to what one day will become tomorrow………………Dan

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