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The Old Mule

Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

Thoughts from the Old Mule

Old Ways

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  In true Old Mule style, we are hammering out the beginning of a new year here on the farm. This old hollow is sounding out the first of many changes all with a eye towards the traditional ways of country life. Our rich historical history fuels the winter fires that watch over the past as it guides a steady pace for today. Any change around here is only to launch a better understanding of the old ways of farm life as a means of teaching a way of life all but gone in modern times. So, pull up a chair as we enjoy the true pioneer spirit the South Georgia way……………………Dan

Christmas Past

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  Silence of still Christmas memories find rest in the old farmhouse this morning. My recollections from the past flood faster as Christmas day approaches. Through it all the blessing to see another day with clarity is by far for me the brightest star on this side of another great day on Old Mule Farms……………………Dan

Sausage Time

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  It`s a tradition around here after Thanksgiving its country sausage making time on the Old Mule Farms. With our weather cooperating in the cooler department fresh hog meat met the ole meat grinder over the weekend. Armed with my secret old mule sausage spice mixture I managed to put up pounds of ground sausage not to mention stuffing several miles of casings.

   There is just something about making your own. I think any good pioneer homestead in the early days had their own methods. For us it always yields that age old historical taste that can`t be found anywhere else. What can be said other than that's how we do it…………………………..Dan

Remnants of Tradition

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  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 dawn of a new year emerged. I suppose tradition with or without meaning carries memories each to themselves.

  Although the years have altered much of my childhood recollection some remnants of those past activities can still be found among the thoughts that carry us into another new season. Thankful to carry any torch, lite or not is reason enough to give thanks to the thankful blessings that land right here on Old Mule Farms…………..Dan

Come & Gone

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  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 place. Its a usher call that summons the colder season and many times than naught with rapid speed the two join almost overnight. Missing none after all of these years finds me once again looking at what I call home through colored lens just as clear as clean air itself………………………………Dan

Fall Nights

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  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 you to count the memories made around our fireplace would be to open each page of a lifetime finding more than expecting on each line. Many times I warm myself in the days that have passed long before I strike the first match on another fall night here on Old Mule Farms…......Dan

Get`n It Done

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  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 at before the weather starts to change so there is  not much time to waste. It`s not much different is it than any other week. That`s just the way we do it here on Old Mule Farms. Work is life and life is lived where all is abundantly blessed within the fences of this place we call home……….……………..….Dan

Passing Days

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  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 days before all of that, but it don`t hurt to begin sorting through mindfully speaking what constitutes the best time of year second only to springtime. It also energizes that youthful spirit within normally by now swallowed up in working sweat ready to be unleashed to that slower paced work that the old farm ends its year on.

  So I rock on the old porch to passing of seasons with a renewed mindset focused on a familiar road as my journey continues onward for another day………………………………..Dan

Weather or Not

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  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 use to say, the wider the brown section the milder our winter will be. So coming from such a reliable source I`m going to hold off splitting the rest of my fire wood. Shoot it might even be so mild that old man winter just passes right on by. Either way the proof is usually in the color…………………...Dan

A Fresh Start

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  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 life so for here it marks a days beginning in grand style. I ask for nothing else because this is simply how we do it on Old Mule Farms…………………….Dan

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