06/21/2022
There is something holy about being at the barn as the sun rises. Some people get it, most people dont...and that's okay. Most the time, even my precious husband doesn't get it.
At that time of my day I can clear my head of all issues worrying my brain to prepare for the day.
I get to watch my animals as I let them out to pasture, from being locked up for protection over night. The goats and pig jumping around always provide joy, the chickens scratching around doing what God intended them to do. The horses standing at the fence line watching my every move waiting on breakfast.
The smell of the grain, the hay...yes, even the manure. Knowing I am taking care of another living creature to the very best of my ability. The pride I have when I see happy, healthy animals enjoying their life.
I heard a comment last week that "farm folks" were the most motivated and hard working people there were, and "farm folks" get more done by 9am than most people do in a day.
After evaluating my daily morning routine of caring for the animals, working and watering the garden, washing and hanging a load of clothes on the line, vacuuming the house, cooking breakfast, dishes, I then, clocked into my "real" job at 9am.
Like I said, some people get it...most don't.
I am so appreciative of my blessed life. I am blessed for our little farm that provides therapy and peace to my soul, I am blessed to know how to grow a garden, I am blessed for the animals that provided these eggs and milk. I am blessed for my husband who helps anyway he can, I am blessed for the motivation, discipline and energy it takes to care for a farm and work a full time job.
I am blessed for my simple little life and little piece of holiness.