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Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

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Onions For Life

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  With a good heavy layer of mulch covering onion sets the side garden will show life before long here on the farm. We depend on what we grow as part of what makes it onto the farm table just as our for fathers did before us. I think the stewardship role we have is as important now as it was for the early pioneers that once made this land their home. Interestingly enough the future of our lifelong success will be to some degree the future of a new generation that comes after we are gone. So even with the planting of onions comes a great understanding for the cycle of all things in life…………………………Dan

Fireplace Stories

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  The old fireplace is certainly the main center of our farmhouse during the cold days of winter. Here is where we plan out our days, give our thanks, and share the latest news from town. I suppose it has seen more living itself than we can see in a lifetime. It has certainly heard more stories than most of us can remember and I think that makes it a special place to gather. Its warmth is second only to the richness of country air glowing from a rising sun filtering through the tree line on another great day on the farm…………..Dan

Inside with Winters Cold

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  The air blows cold across the old farm this morning. Winter has finally set in after a long lengthy start from last year. Our fire wood is stacked high to keep the kitchen stove and fireplace going. The hay is all gathered nestled tightly in the loft. Cured ham with canned jams, vegetables put up from the summer garden rounds out the list. I`d say the old farmhouse is ready for cold winter nights and days of easy living. With a window view second to none the farm rises to make us all better than we were yesterday……………………………Dan

A Homestead Christmas

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  With the spirit of this eve upon us my mind goes back remembering how we have managed to keep simple as the driving force among the lighted bliss that surrounds this age old humble start. Sure our table is set, just as simple as it is on any other day. Lights you say, they to have been lite just as they always are to awake the halls of the old farmhouse. You see the presents we share come labeled as blessings from above. Each wrapped special for the moment they are lovingly handed where the contents always contain more than we ask. As for me and my house we do not celebrate a season for the reason is upon us daily through out the year. For most folks simple is just plain to simple. Around here it is the most we can hope for that yields the most in return………………………..Merry Christmas……. Dan

Fire Side Thoughts

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  Its cold out this morning so there ain`t gonna be no back porch sitting today. I`m just fine right here in front of the fire warming one side at a time. It does have me thinking about how things come together. A glance back over this year brings one piece in place with another giving a second look the best look in the house. The things that one wishes to do over are all there, but don`t cast them aside. Everything makes up the total picture and is equally important as any piece in this puzzle we call life. Once the months are crafted together the strength of it all is a mere fraction of what has been created. All I can say is what a year I see as I look up from my fire side……………………………………..Dan

Supper Time

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  Today begins like most others for me with my set routine here on the old farm. The sounds of cows calling out as the cold morning air stirs a restless side that is heard echoing through the woods. This calling is also one that nature has needs and is dependent on us as we are on it. The land with all it has is our prideful path, but the stewardship rest upon our shoulders. After feeding time my day will find me busy keeping up with as much as I can before nightfall calls with familiar voice “its time to head back to the old farmhouse” where supper is warming on the stove. Then as the clock ticks the hands of time lead once more into peaceful sleep preparing for another day in this timeless hollow that I call home…………………………..Dan

The Table is Set

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  The farmhouse is ready and our Thanksgiving table is set to welcome what family will gather. Thankfulness comes in many forms each with different meanings that tell the true story of all things given. Tradition is rooted in history and nowhere is that any better understood than here on the old farm. Yes well eat the feast of turkey with all the southern fix`n that one could ask for, but the greatest of all is my family carefully seen through another year. Most of what we hoped for has been given, other things desired that did not happen during the year is left up to the one who knows best. With such a great year behind us we pause to give thanks for each of the best that crossed our path. Knowing how precious time is life carries a deeper meaning that is saluted with a grateful spirit at our farmhouse table………………………………Dan

Winters Calm

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  The start to that laid back time of year is now upon us as cold rushes across the farm. Winters hay is under the shed with all fences in good shape. The old barn is repaired once more to stand the test of future times all while trying to maintain the rest of the farm. I`d say bring on winters cold so we can get on toward spring a little faster. Even that big ole moon that has been hanging around the last few days seems to be calling for a fast exist. I have stocked up on coffee, piled the firewood high, even polished the old wood heater. Once again the ole hollow calms from summers tasks to refuel with rest. Laying peaceful like clock work so our work rests as well. My mind is set on making it through another year, so come along...………………..Dan

Leaving This Nest

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  As I was sitting on old back porch the other morning my view was second to none. A mighty hawk was flying carefree over the east pasture. What looked like no effort was upheld by that mysterious invisible wind that has the ability to propel the smallest to the largest of birds. There is know doubt that a hawks view high above is far better than mine, but the knowledge of knowing that we are watched over is all that one could ask for. Soaring high then diving low brought breakfast close for us all. What seems graceful might just take more effort, but then if one has never flown it might be understood better between the creator and the created when its time to leave this journeys nest ……………………………..Dan

Late Night Homestead

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The last several nights have brought that seasonal awareness that our temperature is changing. The walls and halls of the old farmhouse slowly squeak creaking their way through the night as they have year after year. I don`t really know whose bones crackle or pop more mine or the house, but together we play our symphony of musical sounds right along like clock work so there you go.
All is looking busy for the rest of the week around here so with that said I`ll employ all my tricks to make things happen. My focus is knowing that before long that laid back time called winter will arrive giving me more rocking time on the back porch of the old farmhouse……………………..Dan

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