Sometimes its kinda nice to look back through old pictures and remember things. This morning I was doing that and thinking about when the children were small and how busy our little farm was. There were always so many animals and so many chores and a feed bill that made the people food bill look minor.
There were never fights to get the children to bed, they were tired from their farm chores and from playing for hours outside. The boys build forts and ran races. The girls groomed goats, jumped the pony or chased their brothers. We never had a problem with couch potato children or children that were overweight !
There were garden chores, school work, inside chores. Working as a family we had a lot to do to keep things running.
There was wood to be brought in for heat, baking to be done, laundry to be hung. We all had our chores and we did it with a song in our hearts. That may sound a bit lame but its true.
Evenings spent with children gathered around me as I read some exciting story. Dad sitting in the chair listening and resting his tired body after a hard days work. I know it sounds like something from an old story book, but its the way we chose to live.
Now, the children are grown, the work is shared between my husband and I. Home is still home for all the children. Its a place that is warm, inviting and filled with smells of warm baked treats. Memories accompany each step the children take through the pasture and out to the garden.
Its home and always will be.
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