Cold day...

The air is crisp, cool and breezy... the breeze may feel nice to some, but not to me... I'd rather feel a warm, gentle wind blow my hair gently across my cheek as I am caressing the soil, planting something with the anticipation of certain growth, then bloom and harvest.  I am an August baby and a gardener, I love the heat... feeling the warmth of the sun shining down on my body gives me quick rejuvenation, even with my forty-some year old body, achy back and hip, the sun makes me move tirelessly.

My front porch and patio are where I go for personal retreat (there and a hot shower that is)... lounging on the hammock with little Evan on lazy Sunday afternoons... no need for guilt on the Lords day... just cuddling, looking up at the fluffy clouds, telling stories, listening to the robins song and the 'caw-caw' of the crows on top of the tall pines in the woods across the road... the mooing cows and chatter of my guineas... oh the sounds of these glorious warm days...

I am hiding in the house today... my confession... well, I do have things to do for market tomorrow, so it is probably a good thing otherwise I would find a reason to be outside. So I guess I shall go...
Until next time,
Jean

Today and every day...

Life on the farm holds it's challenges... but the joys that come with this life are far beyond words. We hold part of nature around us... we can hear the breeze as it lights softly through the trees lifting and teasing the leaves... the whizzing of the humming birds wings as he chases his female in and around the front porch.  Life is so good and is filled with such an incredible amount of fullness.

As each day draws longer, the sun seems warmer on my cheek, the air has that smell that only can be had in the earliest of spring... when the spring peepers in the pond start their song each evening... the bats swoop over head to gobble up all those pesky mosquitos... pulling over wintered onions, oh that earthy goodness!

I love my life on the farm...  I love the sky at night when all you can see is the apparently never ending stream of stars... then suddenly there is a falling star... quick make a wish...knowing and never doubting that God is in Heaven and that everything is all right...

I love watching my children climb trees, roll in the grass, chase butterflies, dig in the dirt, play sword fighting with branches, hear the crack of the ball when it hits the bat.  I love that my children can hear all the sounds without the distraction of traffic, television, radio and the like.  I love that they play and make believe... that they make snow forts and snow men... that they know the good morning song of the robin and the dee-dee of the little chickadee and the caw of the blue jay.... I love that my children can be children...

on the farm,
Jean