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| Whispering Pines
by trueblue5ft2 at 11/6/2009 4:01:11 PM
It was the best of times on my farm which I named Whispering Pines. On warm summer nights I would walk down the path softened with pine needles to the pond. I'd sit and listen to the coyotes in the distance. I loved closing my eyes and listening to the wind through the tree tops. It sounded like whispers or as if they were singing me a lullabye.
I raised beef cattle. The locals didn't call me a farmer though. They called me a cow collector They would drive by and catch me out in the pasture hugging on a cow. Well, they were my pets after all! I had all 49 head named.. and well, ya just can't eat something you have named now can ya?
I loved going out to my big garden with a cup of coffee early in the morning to see what popped up out of the ground overnight. Loved the smell of the fresh dirt.. running it through my fingers. Loved messing with the 2 goats from hell that I bought off a neighbor, bottle-feeding baby calves. Farm life is not for everyone for sure. It is very hard work.. but I wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.
Trish
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