If I Didn’t Live On A Farm
- January 15, 2012
- Category: Daily Diary
- (16) Comments
15 below this morning. If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d stick my head back under the covers and wait until daylight. But chores are waiting.
I start dragging on layer after layer of clothing. No time to look in the mirror. If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d find a fabulous outfit and spend an hour or so putting on makeup and creating perfect hair. But alas every day here is a bad hair day. There’s just no time.
I open the door. Oh, it is cold. If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d grab a latte and head to the fireplace to read the morning paper. But I can hear my roosters crowing, my geese honking. “Hurry up!” they say.
I did it. Made myself go out into the bitter cold. Vermont winter. If you haven’t experienced it, you don’t know what you’re missing. The cold is so intense the mountains actually shimmer.
If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d call some friends, suggest brunch and a visit to the museum but there are stalls to muck, coops to clean, eggs to gather.
If I didn’t live on a farm, last week I would have been busy at work, stuck in an office, gazing out the window from time to time. But I live on a farm and my windows are made of pine trees framing mountain vistas.
If I didn’t live on a farm, my back porch step would have a flower pot or two and a wonderful, clean welcome mat. But instead I have assorted poultry and geese who consider flowers a delicacy and welcome mats just something to shred
If I didn’t live on a farm, I would be at the gym every day where the din from the after work crowd and all the machines humming would drown out my thoughts. Instead I hike through snow covered fields to the top of our pasture where I reach out and touch the clouds and embrace silence.
If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d hang out with my girlfriends. We’d go shopping, share secrets, have a good laugh and disdain anyone who wears fur. Now that I live on a farm, I still have girlfriends. We still share secrets. Only difference is they all wear fur.
If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d have that one best friend in my life who always has an opinion about everything. But I live on a farm and I’ve learned 4 legged creatures can have strong opinions as well.
If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d be walking down city streets, intent upon the goal ahead, never stopping to look back and see who might be following.
If I didn’t live on a farm, I would still think donkeys are stubborn creatures. But I live on a farm and I’ve learned to respect the unique intelligence and loyalty to each other they possess.
If I didn’t live on a farm, I’d still be happy. But I live on a farm and my life is complete.
Thank you for visiting us on Red Pine Mountain.
Thanks for the lovely essay this wee bit snowy morning here…Your writing is wonderful… and so is your life! Hugs to you my chilly friend!
Date: January 15, 2012
Oh yes, there is something to be said for having to meet with Mom Nature on a regular basis. Very beau
Date: January 15, 2012
beautifully written. Sorry about that….
Date: January 15, 2012
Oh your life is poetry come to physical existence. Hard, yes. Cold, yes. Rewarding, double yes! I love the kaleidoscopic colors of birds on the white snow with your red-brown barn in the background. Very avant-garde
Date: January 15, 2012
I know that if you didn’t live on a farm, you would miss it terribly! You remind me of Ella Mae on the Beverly Hillbillies with all her critters! (She was my favorite character in that show.)
Date: January 15, 2012
I’m just really, really sad that I don’t live on a farm too.
You are a very lucky gal to have such beauty around you. And such fabulous friends!
Date: January 15, 2012
Beautiful post!
Date: January 15, 2012
That is soooo beautifully said! It made my heart long all the more for when we can finally move from where we are now to our farm (just 17 more months!).
Date: January 16, 2012
if I didn’t live on a farm, I’d be in a nursing home or dead. ’cause when I don’t live on a farm, it’s going to be because I can’t. and I don’t want that day to ever come.
love your photos.
Date: January 16, 2012
What a treasure for me to read your entry this evening, after sunset, here in India. I am so far away from you, about 5000 more miles than when I watched the Pacific lap the shore…here, it is the Arabian Sea which sounds so exotic.
Here in Mumbai where horns blare almost every hour of the day and night and there are masses of humanity, I, sometimes long for a little solitude. There are wonderful sources for it here, though, I just must look.
Date: January 16, 2012
Oh My How I loved your writings! It brought a tear to my eye because I feel the love that i have for my animals…(goats, dogs and cats)…haven’t had earrings in my ears for years..and my hair gets cut once in a while! I love the farm life…no neighbors…except furry ones!
Date: January 16, 2012
Amen! Beautiful! What a lovely post … thank you so much for putting your world to words for the rest of us to enjoy!
Date: January 17, 2012
That was beautiful! BTW: With all that farm work, I do not think you need a gym
Date: January 18, 2012
Theres nothing like a pretty farm. Richard
Date: January 18, 2012
Somehow the cold of the morning became the warmth of your beautiful home. Thanks for sharing your wonders!
Date: January 18, 2012
Very inspiring and so many things we can relate to here on Nixon Hill Farms. Well done!!!
Date: January 22, 2012