Life on the farm with the Man…and our critters…

Archive for February, 2011

Ready for Spring…

I am ready for Spring, welcoming the life that it brings to the Farm.  Hearing the birds sing, and feel their urgency as they build their nests.  Walking through the fields holding hands with the Man, new green shoots of grass under our feet.  Watching the swelling buds on the trees, giving birth to leaves of all shape and color.  Sharing with the bees the sweet aroma of the apple blossoms.  The feel of cool earth in our hands as we ready the garden, planting seeds of sustenance for later months.  To finally finish preparing barns and fields, and to welcome home our horses.  The warmth of the sun as it lingers longer in the sky each evening.  Listening to the evening frogs, welcoming the cool night air with songs that become one.  Sitting on the back porch with the man that I love, sharing the events of our days, with faithful companions at our feet.  I am ready for Spring, and the life it brings…


Dreams and fences…

Back in December, when I decided to start a blog, I wasn’t sure what it would evolve into, and to be honest, I am still not.  The world of blogging can mean many things to different people, but for me it’s a place to share, and encourage others with positive, uplifting thoughts.  My plan in the beginning was to keep things short and sweet, so as to not bore readers with long blogs that start to ramble after awhile.  I enjoy writing about the Man, the Farm, and our ever growing clutch of animals, but that surely has to lose it’s luster after awhile.  One of my original intentions was to offer a glimpse into our lives, and how our relationship is no different than anyone else’s.  The challenge of showing how important we are to each other, and the love we share, is that people can grow weary of hearing just the good stuff.  What I am learning about blogging is that to hold an audience, readers want it all.  The good, the bad, the ugly…but there is no ugly to be told.  To be honest, I am on the fence with this blog.  I am a fiercely private person, and very protective of the life the Man and I have built together.  On Facebook, I do share a lot, but it is always with a large dose of humor.  If I can make someone laugh and brighten their day for just a few minutes, I would share most anything about myself, but our home life is often another matter.  Finding the line between enlightening others and our privacy can be tricky, and I toe that line on a daily basis.  And, of course, the ego plays it’s part.  When a post gets a good response, I feel like I have accomplished something, but when one doesn’t, there is a letdown.  Most “experts” in the blogging world say that in order to grow an audience, there should be at least a blog a day to keep the interest.  What I have found is that those types of blogs are often just filler, and I don’t want to be that type of writer.  I want what I write to mean something to someone, to have a message for all, and leave the reader with a smile.  It sounds simple, but it isn’t, I now realize.

Having a place to share my photography with others is one of the aspects of this blog that I enjoy the most.  For years, the Man has been prodding me towards showing my photos, and for now this works.  He has always encouraged me, never missing a chance to push me to do more.  For me, the definition of a good photo is one that gives the viewer a feeling of what that moment in time was like for me.  My photos are my memories, and I find joy in sharing them with others.  Sometimes a photo gives birth to writing a blog, and sometimes they are best standing alone.  Either way, they are not presented lightly.  They mean something to me, and I hope that they will to others, as well.

So I stand here wondering which side of the fence looks the best.  Am I content with writing this blog for friends and family, or perhaps guide it into something more?  My dream has always been to be a writer/photographer, one could argue that I am doing just that.  I suppose the bigger question is whether or not enough people will like what I offer and return, and will share my blog with others.  My Daddy always said to dream big or go home.  This blog is my dream…


Tumbled lava…


Content…

It’s Friday morning here at the Farm, and I am curled up on the couch with my coffee, enjoying the normal activity around the house.  The pups have been up and out, had their breakfast, and are now content to be curled up on their blankets on the couches. Ellie, my momma kitty, is laying beside me, purring in her slumber, while the other cats are roaming the house for one reason or another.  The resident fat bully cat, Chester, is making the rounds through each room, just in case there might be another animal he can intimidate.  Opie, my parrot, is in his post breakfast vocal time, calling out to his “flock”, which is usually Muffin, my youngest cat.  Opie is a constant source of entertainment for her, and can often be found on top of Opie’s house, teasing the poor bird with her tail.  I used to run as soon as I heard the scream from Opie that she was up to no good, but have since come to realize that it is part of their routine, and both enjoy interacting with each other.  The Farm long ago ceased being a quiet retreat, except for evenings, when all inhabitants slowly edge toward sleepy time.  There are times, of course, when the noise level pushes me dangerously towards a “Mommie Dearest” moment, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  What some may perceive as noise, I hear joy and life.  Most of our babies are rescue animals, and the noise they make, and being underfoot, is proof that they have found a home where they are loved, fed, and warm.  This spring will bring additions to our Farm family, when my two horses will finally arrive.  There is no doubt that there will most likely be other additions as time goes on, but that is the spirit of this place we simply call “The Farm”.  Our home is a place of rescue, for both the two and four footed variety.  It’s comfort and safety, and a place of belonging.  As I consider another cup of coffee, with snoring dogs, purring cats, and a very happy and vocal parrot filling my senses, I am happy…and content…


Sugar mill ferns…

While the Man and I were on St. John Island, we hiked to the ruins of an old sugar mill.  It was a magical place, full of memories, both good and bad.  These ferns were growing out of the old plaster high up in a corner…


Today and everyday…

I awoke this morning like I do most mornings here on the Farm, with a cat snuggled on my feet and Gracie, my lab, curled up on the Man’s pillow next to me.  After I shuffled down the stairs, and put my coffee on to brew, I tended to the animals and filled the wood stoves.  It wasn’t until I sat down at my laptop to read the news of the day that I was reminded that it was Valentine’s Day.  I quickly made a mental note to pick up a card for the Man when I was out doing some errands later in the day.  When I signed on to Facebook, I made sure to wish everyone a wonderful holiday, and when my friend Betsy responded, she added “Every day is Valentine’s Day when you are in love, isn’t it?”  I don’t believe I have ever heard more truer words than that. (more…)


A new day…

The Man and I have spent the past week on St. John Island, partly for vacation, and partly for work for the Man.  He has been spending part of his days at a medical conference, which means waking up early enough each morning to be blessed with a stunning sunrise.  Back home on the Farm, we are privy to some of the most amazing sunsets I’ve ever seen, and have never given much thought to the sun rising in the morning as an event worth getting out of bed early for.  These past few days have changed my mind, however, and not just for the visual feast.  As the sun rises over the island mountains, it is met with a thick layer of morning rain clouds that do their best to dampen it’s arrival, and try as they might, the clouds are forced to give way to the dawn of a new day.

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