Tag: Farm
Farm
Last but Not Least
Turning out Moe II on a very chilly November morning. Enlarge the video.
Shadows
Old Moe I arrived at the farm on Saturday morning. It was a perfect fall day where short sleeves with a suede jacket were the perfect amount of layering. The sun was out and the pastures and trees were still green with signs of fall color on the smaller decorative trees. I was happy to … Continue reading Shadows
Mr. Ed?
The barn on the farm was built before the house. The house was built in 1863. Originally it was a tobacco barn, but a previous owner turned it into to a horse barn with six large stalls and ample spaces for hay and grain storage. Last Saturday I went down to the barn to groom … Continue reading Mr. Ed?
Red Bud: First Wildflowers of Spring
Jolene in the mule Twelve years ago my father put his farm Red Bud in a federal program to seed the acreage in native grasses. Though the program was ended in 2017, the farm has remained in native grasses. Only paths for the four-wheeled mule are cut on the land so that the family can … Continue reading Red Bud: First Wildflowers of Spring
Iris
An old man in overalls and a beat up ball cap was standing on the edge of a Saturday farmer’s market at a Nashville church. He had several plastic grocery store bags next to him. He would talk to people as they left. In the way of city people, some would walk by and never … Continue reading Iris
Redbud
We were touring the skeletal remains of corn fields in search of Sandhill Cranes, but we did not hear any bugle calls or see large birds in flight. It seemed the winter visitors had already migrated to their next residence. Occasionally a fleck of ice would mix with the drizzle hitting the windshield of the … Continue reading Redbud
Wordless Wednesday
My favorite weekend viewpoint
Zeus Chronicles: Let Zeus Be Zeus
“If it ain’t nodding, it ain’t walking,” old time description of a Tennessee Walking Horse This Sunday my view was filled with two black ears going forward, a thick mane flowing with motion and Zeus’ head nodding up and down as we rode through our neighbor’s soy beans. It was a beautiful sight. He was … Continue reading Zeus Chronicles: Let Zeus Be Zeus
The Yoga Cowgirl 