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Old Mule Farms - Graves, Ga.

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Simple Pleasures

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  Looking back over this week we have been busy as a bee on the old farm with lots to show for time well spent. My view for several days now looking out over the hood of my old 40-20 running over acres of fresh cut grass. Tedder and raking just ahead of baling some new field grass ready to become feed for some deserving four legged friend. Its the simple pleasures that makes me smile, such as the smell of green hay, the wind upon my face, and the roar of steal under my seat. Those are the real things that bring a peaceful balance to any work day. Many never find nor can understand the pride in rewarding work. For those who want things easy you need not come down my dirt road for here you will work to earn the end of the greatest day ever…………………………..Dan

A Country Store in Time

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  Recently I stopped by stepping through the doors of a old country store that has stood as a landmark in a small Georgia town since 1918. With the smallest of items I wet my appetite just as my mind remembered from by gone days. Reaching for a ice cold bottle coke followed by a handful of crackers laying on each a torn piece of hoop cheese was memory road for these worn eyes. I think time has robed us of the little things that once meant the most in life and that I miss tremendously. Even though we have some great modern conveniences they will always come in short when we stack them up against the early days of our youth. It might just be the way things are, but living in the past as I seem to do more of these days is like living life over again. So with that memories can be for each of us the lifeline of youth in this modern world of time…………………………….….Dan

All Fenced In

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  Our summer heat is pressing downward as the land grows further in time bringing fond memories of last winter with it. For now our days are  filled with opportunities ready to be marched on and conquered. Each rug on the ladder is either a uphill climb or a descending step leading us along our daily path. I think a slower pace finds more comfort with just as many accomplishments if not more. So for the hurried world beyond the fence of this old place my eyes are focused in first gear moving steadily along this happy trail called life……………………………………Dan

The Right Direction

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  As I reflect back over this week I`m satisfied that the ole farm is steadily moving forward paced comfortably for the old mule. Although busy, advancement can be seen just about any where you look. Just think we even have today to go and by the time you add that into the equation who knows what accomplishments can be had. The point is a good week is all one can ask for. To have a good week you have to earn it. Make sure you have a positive attitude, don`t look for something wrong, quit being negative about everything, do your work and not someone else`s, and be thankful to be alive. Sure there is more that can be added to this, but I think one has to grasp these basics things to start with. So the question is what have we earned? For me I`m happy, for others, well what is earned is the wage that fits their achievement best. I say things are good here at the old farmhouse as we work on for the night is coming……………………………….Dan

A Quiet Days Work

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  I`m trying to be a little quieter this morning as I scuffle around in the dark. We have one of our grand daughters staying with us a few days enjoying the old farmhouse along with how life is on this side of the farm. Even in the quietness I can still hear past generations scurrying around to start their day before each would head out into the fields making marks in the dirt of time. Each with a chore of their own to achieve, all done in somewhat of a symphony orchestrated method that worked day in and day out. Kinda makes one wonder what happened over the years bringing with it a false mentality that people don`t have to work anymore or the notion that its someone else s responsibility to get the work done. For me pride steps forward motivated by a clear conscience that energizes my awareness of why I`m here. I have a responsibly to always be the best that I can be. To pull my weight in this modern day world filled with drama which I will add is not allowed on this homestead. Our for fathers made sacrifices and so we must to keep the balance necessary to drive onward. My hope is that all of my grand children will grow to understand this value. Its nice to have a quiet moment that speaks volumes. Remember books are great tools, but nothing can ever take the place of hands on determination in a good ole honest days work………………………..Dan

Summer Garden Patch

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  Peas and corn are up here on the farm, just like all of our other vegetables and right now everything is looking good. I tell you there has been a garden here at the old farm house as long as I can remember. We still consider it a valued part of our everyday life. Our forefathers depended on what they grew so we honor that tradition with pleasure. Not to mention the difference in taste along with the freshness of a mess of hand picked goodies. Our life here is good in about as many ways as one can shake a stick at. In fact it gets better with age as the years unlock more rich traditions from the past. I say grab a pale and get pick`n for some of the best life has to offer……………………………………Dan

Hay Fields and More

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  Good morning to all as the day starts with strong coffee for breaking in today's task. The boys and I have been rolling hay the last several mornings, with acres more to cover over the next several hours. You know rewards come in many ways and in our chase when they are all rolled up don`t nothing look any better. I can remember many years ago when we baled hay one square at a time. Not to mention the task of hand loading each onto a old wagon pulled behind a hand tossed truckload running lick-a-dee split loaded to the barn, just about as fast as we headed back out for more. Now everything is bigger, better, but I tell you as you thought I was gonna say faster, ain`t nothing fast, but that's alright when determination in a job well done far out weighs the clock anyway.

  As we rake and roll thoughts for the future, I`ll rest in memories of old one roll of hay at a time. See ya back at the barn………………..Dan

The Old Smokehouse

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  I have the old farm smelling mighty good this morning. Have the smokehouse full of pork bringing that fragrance I enjoy so much. Throughout the years smoke has filled just about every inch of this place at one time or another. Once a main source for the early people, now its the pleasure of all pleasures. This simple life that found me a lifetime back moves by a little faster it seems these days, but as always through the slowness of today it stands still in time just like this land itself. That is why I prefer to keep things just like they are. Keeping those smoky hints from the past as a reminder of all things good and pure. Even a hard day of work echoes a friendly memory of survival making the rich even richer. I leave you this morning with these words, the pursuit of the future can never duplicate what already has been laid down, so let us stand among the smoke and enjoy the fragrance of it all……………………………………Dan

Coal - Smoke - Rails

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  When train travel was once a main part of our society its hard to remember those times among the speeding cars out on the roadways of this land today. Although I sat and pondered the sounds of locomotives pulling into the train depot thinking of passengers getting on and off moving slowly along the rails of the south. It was like I could still smell a faint coal fire in the annuals of time among the modern day grind of what now might be considered a sleepy little town. Yesterday I found myself at the old depot in Shellman, Ga. Where I`m sure was once a busy place. Even the remnants of freight such as grains were loaded and unloaded making this town a hub for local trade yielding its part to the economy for a unknown duration of time before the mechanized machines of a distant world would take away the grand prize of this south Georgia town. I suppose even us will one day be replaced by yet another in some shape or form lending its on good or bad to daily sights in towns all over America. For now my mind will stay as long as I can make it along side the tracks of yesterday where I find the most joy for living in today………..Dan

Dew on the Ground

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As I rock along this morning waiting on the rest of the farm to awake from its restful sleep my mind ponders along days gone by. I for one have sung many songs over the years, walked many walks, worn at times more than one hat, but the old old story has more meaning now than when I first begun. Life has taken turns that in a blink of the eye the ole ox found the ditch all while the smallest of sparrows were being held within sight of the great creators eye. Today's journey is easier because of yesterdays walk for I know who holds my future. Just as the morning dew is still present on the vine the voice I hear calls me near so I walk along with total trust in my maker. What a day this will be because He lives.…..Dan

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