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Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

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Thankful Signs

A view from my back porch…

  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 turkey scents the weathered house that we have called home for a lifetime now mingled with baked goods that is sure to make any season more traditional than historical. My thoughts take on new meaning each year as our family changes shifting among extended to those of a more hum bug character, but in it all my focus remains steady. The greatest blessings are seen each day and come full circle as my homestead finds its place among the timing of it all……………………………………Dan 

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 seasoned wood where stacking it deep is just the way we do it on Old Mule Farms. We use fire wood year round for cooking, but the old fireplace will find us drawing near as the cold drives us inside if nothing else but to warm up a bit. Come to think of it I`ll just sit in front of it now as another day finds me even when I try to hide………………………………..Dan

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 revolving cycle called life into the ending months of another great year. Each of us have been given much, so as we receive another measured blessing the brightness of today might just out shine the best days of tomorrow…………………………Dan

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 harvest seeing how there are great things to come as time marches on. I think these things clearly shows that rising early taking a stand just moves us closer to our dream. What a year with all things considered which makes us stronger for the challenges that come around the bend just ahead………………..Dan 

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 old farm. Naturally beautiful giving that graceful touch to all things country. With that said south Georgia is the best of the best, especially when its been home for a lifetime.

 Now before the fog disappears there will be time for one more cup of coffee then off to climb my kind of mountains as a modern day pioneer in the heart of the old south……………………..Dan

Beyond History

A view from my back porch…

  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 of my fences a hurried worried world races in many directions where here my focus has carried me slowly down an incredible one lane road where history merges with new light every single day…………………..Dan

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

A view from my back porch…

  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 

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