A stroll through the pastures

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.

Do I have to say no filter?  Because there is no filter.
Do I have to say no filter? Because there is no filter.
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Woods and Wildflowers
The corridor between the back fields and our main barn.
The corridor between the back fields and our main barn.
A walk in the woods this spring, before the green
A walk in the woods this spring, before the green

 

 

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The girls’ field on an overcast day.
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The edge of the woods

This is a place that gives abundantly and takes away pieces of your heart.

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11 thoughts on “A stroll through the pastures

  1. 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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