fourth generation farmgirl
Quiet, cold, and crystal clear. This is the Green Hill Farm I woke up to on Saturday morning–the first snowfall of the season. And, there’s nothing like the serene beauty of the country when it’s blanketed with snow. All of the hustle and bustle and noise just seem to stop. I breathed in the peaceful views while realizing that the busyness of the day was only about to begin.
The farm looked shimmering and magical, but it also looked shivery and cold–somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 degrees F.–BRRR!! But, anyone who farms knows that’s no excuse. Especially, when sheep, chickens, cats, and dogs are all waiting on you to take care of them. So, after applying layers of clothing and looking something akin to the little brother from the film, A Christmas Story, Farmguy and I headed outdoors to embrace what we love. The sense of meaningfulness and…
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