Sunday Morning Chores

Nothing quite as pretty as the rich brown soil ready to plant. Years of enriching our soil has paid off, it so easy to work with. We have been organic for 16 years on this land and proud of it. Nearly 1/2 planted now.
Chicks feathered out

Duckings growing so fast

Nutmeg showing off her best side : )

Cinnamon and Nutmeg both enjoying the sunshine

A true impressionistic sky

Farm Sounds
by Eleanor Elkins
Oh, the sounds of the farm, I remember them well,
The echoing tones of the big dinner bell,
The humming of bees when the buckwheat's in bloom,
The swish on the porch of a bustling broom...
Bright laughter of little ones high in a swing,
Lilt of a meadowlark, there on the wing,
The lowering of cattle down by the creek,
Shouting of children who play hide-and-seek.
I can still hear the chicks, the coo of a dove,
The plop of the churn...these are sounds that I love,
The mewing of kittens up in the hay,
Creak of the windmill late in the day...
The whirr of a mower cutting some clover,
A soft lullaby when the day's about over,
The galloping sound of a horse as he nears...
Oh, farm sounds will ever be sweet to my ears.