Harvesting Blessings

I have noticed the leaves on the trees are ever so slightly turning color. That is the announcement that Fall is around the bend. I really love the Fall and all it's splendor. When I was a young boy I would lie down in the tall grass and watch the clouds passing by. And the beautiful leaves moving on to where ever they were carried by the wind. The cool wind would cause me to burrow deeper into the grass and wonder and dream of heroic things. Oh youth with it's elastic heart and poor memory of defeat, the dreams would always carry the day.

Fall on the farm means it's harvest time. Laying in all the needs of the animals for the Winter. It's a good feeling when everything is done and bins and barn are full. It's a time for counting your blessing and giving thanks. Here is another poem I came across, all is well down on the farm.

Rampaging Old Farmer

Have you ever descended a very steep hill,

Oh my! What a joyous and speedy thrill.

Downward, downward, faster, faster, you run,

Joy, Oh joy, Oh joy, this is such great fun.

Eyes look forward upon the ground, they never flicker,

Faster, faster, you run, carried onward by a pleasing snicker.

If they could see me now,

Unbelievable speed from this old cow.

The bottom looms ahead, but oh my horrible fate,

I just now remembered I forgot to open the gate.

by T.A.C.

Softly the Winds

The winds that blow so seldom seen,
Across the valley shining green.
I long for peace in troubled times,
Softly the winds gently chimes.
Come to me and we will see,
If it is ever to be, you or me.
That stands before the coming storm,
That pierces the veil and sounds the horn.
If you, then peace you will have, Oh quiet one,
Stand tall, stand strong and battle till the dawn.
I see your heart and see the soul,
And I know what makes the thunders roll.
Are you able to stand with me, Oh quiet one,
Are you able to whisper to me when we are done.
Oh wind I know you by your scented breath,
And when you mounted your mighty force of death.
I will survive your stormy gale until the end,
I will stand strong before you, I will never bend.
Oh quiet one your heart is true, your will is strong,
And I offer to you this gentle and peaceful song.
A peaceful song, the breath of victory the battle is done,
Softly the winds will sing, that you have won.
By T.A.C.

All is well down on the farm.

Part of My Last Post

I came across this poem, and I was going to put it in my last post, but I forgot. So better late than never.

Nights Meadow
The mist of the clear moon night,
Cotton layers, quiet, still in flight.
Shrouded streamers thru trees unseen,
Silver lances, braided with unsung green.

The night, soft, tender, glazing unreal,
Darkness taunted with moonlight appeal.
Star light fire, sparkling, crystal clear,
Homeless comets flying ever so near.

My troubled soul, memories bring,
Homeward bound on silver wing.
The meadow is home, my place of rest,
Night time portrait at its very best.

by T.A.C.

All is well down on the farm.

Where Has The Summer Gone

Time seems to slip through our fingers all to quickly. The last time I wrote in my blog was April 14Th. My oh my where has the Summer gone. My wife and I have had some wonderful quite evenings on the deck. Cool breezes and clear sky's. Watching the first of the stars coming out. These are special times sitting there and saying not a word. Just drinking in the silence and enjoying one an other. Sometimes you don't have to say a thing to say a lot. I really feel for those who don't have the time or take the time just to listen. After a long day on the farm, its great to sit there and relax. I seem to be more in tune with whats around this year. Not sure why, but nature has been busy and entertaining. I feel blessed for the times and wonders I have seen.

My wife and I started taking a juice made from the Acai berry that is found in the Amazon Forest. It has done both of us a lot of good. My wife has quit taking pain pills for her arthritis, and I have a lot more energy. This Acai berry(pronounced AH-sigh-EE) is mixed with eighteen other fruit juices. Its got a real health punch. If you would like to learn more go to this site.
Well I guess I had better go. I am thankful that all is well down on the farm.

Tis The Season

The presidential campaign has arrived a tad early this time around. All these presidential wannabees are trying to let every one know just where they stand on every issue. There is no shortage of opinions these days. I can't say that I enjoy all this. As a matter of fact I am sort of getting weary of it. There use to be a time when some one told you something, you could believe it. Not so any more. I guess all a fellow can do is keep his head down till the firestorm is over, then see who is standing and go from there. Our Nation always seemed to supply the right person at the right time in our hour of need. Let us pray that it will happen again. I have faith in America and her people. Americans are different than other people from other countries, we are called to be different. I think I would like to get into that at another time, because it is deep. Back to the original thought, campaigning or what ever they call it. It seems like each campaign cycle get worse than the one before it. I wonder where it will end. I came across this poem, seems appropriate.

Political Campaigning

Spineless matter soft to touch,

Biting tongues mutter and such.

Wisdom flees before they think.

Foolish wines the cup they drink.

Hardened hearts advance their schemes,

Reset minds with shattered dreams.

Bitter words on they come,

Wondering legions of deaf and dumb.

Banners held high, first line in four,

Second line brigades, fools by the score.

Third line naves who try to atone,

Fourth line Generals who stayed at home.

by T. A. C.

Each morning the sun comes up, faithfully, you can trust it. Each evening it goes down, faithfully, you can trust it. What we do as a people between these two points will determine who we are as a people. For who we are is who we were. And to understand who we are we need to understand who we were. Sleep tight for all is well down on the farm.

The Newness of Life.

Spring is still on it's way even with the ten inches of snow we got Saturday. The brief return of Winter only reminds us of the warm days ahead. The sun reaching high into the sky has power in it again. The likes that we have not felt since September. The Winter blast can not dampen our spirit for very long when you see new life coming into the world. Our cows are having their calves now. Watching these moms labor to birth their new little ones can only inspire you toward green leave and warm breezes. Summer is coming with all it's splendor. The calves that are born struggle to get up for the first time. The moms quickly get up after the calf is born. They are ready to assist the new born with encouragement and gentle nudges to help the new arrival to stand. They go to work immediately cleaning the calf. The calf, up now and very wobbly falls and stumbles but gets right back up, more easily each time. It has a great desire for milk and knows where to find it. I never tire of this process and am always amazed at the hunger for life. Watching the cow and calf you can see a bond developing between them. It is a bond that will grow and dictate the relationship through the Summer into the Fall. This bond will only end when it comes time to wean the calf from it's mom. The cycles on the farm are never ending, one seems to run towards another. Our hopes and dreams are our intimate treasures that we keep in our heart. They are what charge our batteries when they get low and help us embrace that newness of life. All is well down on the farm.

Planting Time

Spring is moving right along. Thunder storm have been passing through leaving its nitrogen behind. They say a good thunder storm can add as much as six lbs of nitrogen per acre. Flowers are starting to peek through the ground. I noticed the lilacs buds are starting to swell, ready to explode. There is something that happens to a farmer at Spring time. We just have a great desire to put seeds into the ground. I love watching the little plants emerge through the ground. Every morning I make my rounds to check on the little guys. What a great time. Check our farm web site out. All is well down on the farm.