There is something about the country that gets down into your soul, plants like a seed, and grows until its roots can’t be pulled by anyone or anything. There’s a serenity in the woods that you can’t explain, a calm that comes from nothing except tranquil animals in an evening pasture.
And as much as I try, I will never be able to fully explain what it’s like to plant myself next to my animals or in my garden. For many, this life will never really make sense. And that’s ok.
But maybe, for a moment, you can follow me into my pastures, and maybe, for a moment, you will understand why the aches and pains of the ranch are worth it. Every. Single. Time.
This is a place that gives abundantly and takes away pieces of your heart.
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It is beautiful there, Cherity… I completely get it! 🙂 We were born to look after the earth. Your patch is prettier than most! Thanks for taking me on a walk with you… it was lovely. I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?
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That sounds perfect. 🙂
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By the way, you were just my 100th like for this page. 🙂
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Woohoooooo! Awesome girl!!
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I tried to get some pictures of the place last night but all I got from a dozen pictures were eyeball views of mosquitoes. 🙂
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Yup. I have those too.
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I am thinking of slapping saddles on mine. 🙂
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Many will never understand… but for those of us that do… it is completely.
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Truth
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This reminds me of one of my favorite poems, “Let evening come” by Jane Kenyon. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175711
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That poem is beautiful! I’m flattered that you saw similarity.
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