Let the beauty we love,
be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
The Farmwife Diaries
Apr 11, 2010
Today was lovely. The sun warmed the gravel pile where my youngest son and I wrestled, taking breaks now and then to murmur tenderly to each other about heavy equipment. A rainbow of farm machinery arcs across his two year old imagination and we feel this bodes well for his potential in the fields. But how, I wonder, will growing up on a farm shape who my boys become?
Apr 5, 2010
As I do each morning, I pull aside the checkered curtain in the bedroom and look out the window. My first glance outside each day offers a green view into the boughs of the magnificent old fir we call "grandmother tree." Between the feathered fir needles, if there is a breeze, I can catch glimpses of sky. For me, the sky can make or break my mood; for the farm, the weather can make or break a season.
Mar 31, 2010
A semi truck rumbles down the road one early Spring morning and my boys, alert to the sounds of heavy equipment, press their noses to the window, riveted by the sheer noise and motion of the thing. We hold our breath as this vehicular behemoth crosses the little bridge over the creek (relieved when the beams hold steady) and then our youngest son dashes to the door to put on his boots. For the kids, it's time to play in the sawdust. For the farmers, it's all about the mulch.