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The Old Mule

Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

Thoughts from the Old Mule

Pondering Thoughts

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  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 morning air. Not promised another day just blessed to awaken into what ever comes from the distant light from above.

 There is a faint stirring close at hand as some small creature makes himself known. The lofty flight of morning fowl begins to resonate minute by minute. As  I ponder my thoughts on today's agenda I know beyond a doubt that the sun will rise across the east pasture, that life lives on to see another day, and that all is well within the fences of this place we call home………………Dan

Bright Memories

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  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 that much more historical.  The roots growing out of time insures the future destined to be stronger than ever. The next day beyond is already the brightest because of right now………………………………..Dan

The Smoke House

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  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 life. I am going to rebuild parts of it to better serve our growing need. It has been a staple around here for more than a lifetime where we still smoke the best hams on this side of wolf creek. It`s a tradition around here where the past lives on bringing today closer to the stillness of yesterday…………………………..Dan

Close Knit

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  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 this old place giving it what some might call a story book life. For us close knit from deep roots defines family better than words can say. Our family legacy is as great as each person, then when you put us all together our legacy is sure to live for those who come after us……………………………….Dan

Spring Roots

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  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 fuel our days ahead. Just tradition carrying with it some of the deepest roots you will ever find. This is one of the many things that makes historic Old Mule farms a place where time stands still………………………………...Dan

Whittling the Day Away

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  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 the future. Meanwhile the farm swims in the vast rains that have swept our area over the weeks. Needed just as we need rainfall in the summer months. All points to a good start to spring as well. I might even oil up the saddle to be ready for spring planting. As time permits my orderly orders will be handled one at a time, naps pending, and coffee breaks expected. It`s a great day on Old Mule Farms…………………………….. Dan

Beyond the Smoke

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  I still say there is nothing that takes the place of a wood fire in the morning warming up the old farmhouse for another day of adventure. Or the smell of smoke filtering up through the early skies bringing full circle the fact that winter is still among us for a while longer. Laid back or not the farm before you know it will awaken from the cold rainy mist of February to usher in the next best round propelling us further along this great path called life. I think that this among other things is my reminder that just being a part of it is one blessing, but to see it unfold is another. That my friends are the wings that fly us above any clouds that hang to close. Who knows but I suspect the smoke from my fireplace will reach above the clouds first. Then maybe I`m already there in thoughts and mind………………………..Dan

Oil it Up

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  In the early hours of morning with nothing but the ticking of a spring wound clock the old farm house comes alive to live another day. Beyond its walls a new day awaits to be filled with all things farm related. With the hope of an early spring our time now is well spent getting equipment ready to head into the fields when the time is right. A well oiled machine is one key to good success not to mention longevity. So as our journey continue the life we know is the greatest life we have…………………….Dan

Focus First

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  With a fire softly burning to take the chill out of the air, supper is on the stove as we end another day on the farm. What counts the most in life is a honest day working with strong hands that leads to peaceful fulfillment as night fall brings all things clearly into focus. It`s not the quantity that matters most, it`s the quality of pride that all has been done with a prayerful side looking beyond any boastful eye to that humble spirit which lives within. So as I take note of where we stand my rest will embrace what matters most. The blessings found now are just mite sized to what comes next on Old Mule Farms…………………………Dan

Honest Work

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  As our winter months head into the new year the one constant is there is always work to get at. Farm life ends for no reason so we press on in grand fashion as life intends. The rewards from my work has value in ways that most will never understand. So how could I let one day pass by without earning my keep. The way to move forward and keep things going is to work. No handouts on this land. The only thing I expect is to enjoy the chores before me in the greatest life on this side of wolf creek. I say the sun of what one receives can only be restful after a good honest days work…………………………………………Dan

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