The driveway to the farm is approximately 750 feet long and curves ever so slightly, but just enough to make the highway invisible. It is right outside the driveway and borders the west side of the quarter. Some days, when the wind comes from the west or north west, the noise of the heavy trucks rolling by is tremendous, yet on the days when the wind blows the sound away, it is tranquil and quiet.
The early fall is a beautiful time to take this road home. This day was warm, even hot, with temperatures in the high 20's. This is very warm for this time of the year. There has been too little precipitation for the past month and dust is starting to cover the surfaces of stationary objects, blowing up in small clouds as the breeze tosses the particles around. The slope at the Inn is still green and I have left the gate open so the ducks and chickens can still get some green grass to eat. They are almost finished their moult and have slowed down on their food now, resting in the arms of the sunshine and sleeping the tranquil afternoons away.
A visitor stopped with a friend the other day and told me she felt the peace of the farm come into her feet and through her body the moment she stepped out of her vehicle. It can be a peaceful place, but it can be chaotic too, especially during the spring when babies are coming all at once. Today, it was one of the quiet days and I took the opportunity to go to town for some sustenance. Guests are arriving at the Inn for the rest of the week, two different groups, so groceries are always in order.
It was when I returned and opened the gate that I stood looking back at the driveway I had just come down and thought about the road home. The farm does not yet feel like home. Maybe too many years (50) in the city and only three on the farm have not engrained home in my bones yet. I do love the animals and the beautiful forest on the farm. The road home….hmmm. I will one day think that I am sure. I know that I am blessed to be here and each day, I am grateful to the Creator for the bounty and glory bestowed upon me here. Home.
The early fall is a beautiful time to take this road home. This day was warm, even hot, with temperatures in the high 20's. This is very warm for this time of the year. There has been too little precipitation for the past month and dust is starting to cover the surfaces of stationary objects, blowing up in small clouds as the breeze tosses the particles around. The slope at the Inn is still green and I have left the gate open so the ducks and chickens can still get some green grass to eat. They are almost finished their moult and have slowed down on their food now, resting in the arms of the sunshine and sleeping the tranquil afternoons away.
A visitor stopped with a friend the other day and told me she felt the peace of the farm come into her feet and through her body the moment she stepped out of her vehicle. It can be a peaceful place, but it can be chaotic too, especially during the spring when babies are coming all at once. Today, it was one of the quiet days and I took the opportunity to go to town for some sustenance. Guests are arriving at the Inn for the rest of the week, two different groups, so groceries are always in order.
It was when I returned and opened the gate that I stood looking back at the driveway I had just come down and thought about the road home. The farm does not yet feel like home. Maybe too many years (50) in the city and only three on the farm have not engrained home in my bones yet. I do love the animals and the beautiful forest on the farm. The road home….hmmm. I will one day think that I am sure. I know that I am blessed to be here and each day, I am grateful to the Creator for the bounty and glory bestowed upon me here. Home.
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