I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Friday, November 4, 2011
What I Love About The Farm
I love how hard I work for simple rewards;
And how some of my favorite friends have always been animals.
I love how everything is just busy living and growing, not advancing their career path or making travel plans;
I love how close I live to the earth and the heavens at the same time.
I love the feel of a pocket full of eggs, a duck's beak, a horse’s tail and the smell of goat’s milk.
I love wood heat, clothes lines, chicken wire, coffee cans and screen doors;
I love how putting on a pair of work gloves makes me feel strong and capable.
I love earning an animal’s trust;
And loving something regardless of being loved back.
I love people who pray for their animals.
I love the words; Carhartt, Levi, barn red, Speckled Sussex, thoroughbred, heritage, hayloft, kindling, broody, fleece and Elderberry.
I love how; walking through an herb garden and merely brushing the plants with my trousers, unleashes aromas that sweep my mind of all discord.
I love how farm life doesn’t require an impressive resume, just determination, faith and a sturdy pair of shoes.
I love how the circle of life begins and ends on the farm and how loss never gets easier, but appreciating every precious day does.