A glimpse of some of my favorite things on the farm…
~ My daughter running barefoot through the barnyard, with her hair blowing in the wind.
~My Techie hammering nails into random boards to make a rickety tree house.
~Preston’s Shadow, up at the crack of dawn, dressed to his shoes, heading out the door to go hunting for snakes.
~Chickens clucking proudly after they have laid an egg.
~The meditative sound of milk hitting the bucket every morning.
~The sweet smell of good hay.
~Cedar burning, smelling it’s linger for days.
~The overwhelming sense of accomplishment for each new project finished, no matter how big or small.
~Watching chicks grab their first bug. And then all the other chicks instantly learning how to steal.
~Cows lying in the pasture chewing their cud.
~New life, being born in my lap, or proudly being shown off by its mother when I come out to feed.
~Bringing in a basket full of wholesome goodness from the garden.
~Golden bread, fresh from the oven.
~Mozzarella cheese stretching between my fingers.
~Pulling weeds and feeding them to the cows.
~Snakes at midnight.
~Flowers blooming, bees buzzing.
~Days when I teach my children something special.
~Days when my children teach me.
~ The first taste of honey.
~ Kissing the man I love in the middle of a tough project when we are both all sweaty.
~Driving the tractor.
~The first hint of green in the spring time.
~The feel of a goats silky hair under my hand as she leans into me for some love.
~The day that baby calves curiosity overcomes their fear of me.
~The feel of wind blowing on a sweat soaked body.
~The look of my pantry when it is fully loaded with food from our land.
~The sound of the diesel engine in my truck.
~Holding hands walking through a pasture.
~WatchingChico,Chihuahua/Terrier play with Clara, the Great Pyrenees.
~Children that say “I’m hungry” and head to the garden to pick a snack.
~The creek overflowing, rushing by after a good, hard rain.
~Littles in mud puddles
~Knowing that Sir Cluck was willing to give his life to protect his chicken harem.
~The sound of freshly canned jar lids popping when you pull them out of the canner.
~Dogs running through the woods.
~Watching an ant carry a sunflower seed three times its size and feeling a renewed sense of motivation.
~Watching the sun rise in the morning and the farm wake up.
~Seeing Blackbeard, the rooster, fly up on the gate, flap his wings, and crow.
~The sound of Katydids at night.
~The feel of my boots sliding on my feet in the morning.
~Watching my children catch the rogue chick that escaped.
~Clara’s big golden eyes staring up at me in adoration.
~Fixing a plate full of food that came off our land.
~The smell of rain just before it begins to fall.
~The sun setting at the end of the day.
~Watching the chickens run to the chicken house at dusk, stopping to grab one last bug along the way.