Occasional visits to family
The places we visited on vacation.
There were outings to the mall
The corner lot used as a once-a-year pumpkin patch
The cotton farm
But never did I really understand what farm life was like.
When my parents began looking for a “farm”
I was overjoyed
So was my little sister
We spent time talking together
and with all our friends
about the new life we would have
A garden to grow vegetables
Our own animals
A great big farm house
Space to run and play
Our own stream
It was a good thing I didn’t know what was ahead of me.
Not everyone would have the same experiences we had
Some of this was due to the fact that neither of my parents were raised on a real, live, working farm
Nor were either of them afraid to try their hand at whatever needed to be done
Some of the lessons were because our folks couldn’t afford a place that was up and running
Some of it was simply because of who we were.
I soon learned that a pig can bite a sizable hole in a rubber boot if allowed to do so.
Lambs are born at the worst time of the night, in the worst weather, and the worst possible section of the field.
Goats were not made for fence unless it is electric and “on” at all times.
Cows have no problem making your foot, leg or arm their standing place.
Chickens are happy to eat your tomato bugs, tomato plants, tomato leaves, and tomatoes.
There is nothing like a hard day’s work.
Staying up all night to save a small life brings incredible satisfaction.
The amazing amount of things you can make or fix with bailing twine.
The view from the side of the valley, at sunrise, when the mist rolls over the mountains, is breathe taking.
The pleasure of a warm fire, home cooked food, and family.
Although life moved on and the farm is only a memory
I am thankful that the Lord allowed that time in my life
Taught me the things He did in those situations
Gave me a real appreciation for those who are farmers
And a never tiring list of stories to tell to anyone who feels like listening.