Sunday, May 10, 2015

Lessons from the Farm

I actually live on a farm. You may not have known that. Granted it's a small farm. Nothing commercial or anything. We grow some blueberries to sell at farmers markets. We had dairy goats for several years. Even a milk cow once. I've raised chickens, rabbits, pigs. We actually just got some ducks for the first time, and they are super cute. But you have I idea how weird ducks are. Cute but weird.

My current thing is that I own a couple of horses. I call them my ponies, really only one is a technical pony though. Lately with all my school stuff and graduation plans and life I haven't been able to spend as much time with them as I'd like. But each night I go out to put them up by the stable for the night. Generally they are always waiting by the gate but tonight I was later than normal and they were out in the field. But that was actually quite nice. After a long day it was relaxing to walk out into the field underneath the stars to retrieve my ponies. There is something about the smell of horses to me. It's so good. Like immediate stress release and burst of happiness. I totally recommend just hiding your face in an equine mane and take in the scent. Maybe it doesn't do it for you, but I have so many happy memories associated with the horse smell it just makes me happy.


I hear someone has actually made a horse scented candle. I should buy it.

Then there were strawberries. Now we have a few strawberries. Just enough to make a strawberry shortcake every once in awhile. But this morning we headed out to a local strawberry farm owned by some friends. Why, you ask? They needed people to pick the berries. You pick they pay. I like money. Hey, who doesn't? But when it came right down to it, it was less about earning money and more about the principle. I suppose I just wanted to prove to myself that I could indeed get up early on a Saturday and go spend all morning in a field. It was hot. You're in the dirt. I'm not the most robust person in the world. Health dealt me a few bad cards. But in the end I did accomplish it, and I'm proud of myself. I picked a lot of strawberries. I honestly didn't know one could pick that many strawberries in a morning. With all that said about farming, I'm really not a farm girl. I kinda like heels better than boots. So I suppose the point of all that is to prove to myself that I am still capable of getting down in the dirt and working hard. *mentally high five-ing myself*


Needless to say I came home and painted my toenails and watched about 3 episodes of Person of Interest while lounging in my pajamas. Give a little take a little. 


  1. Living on a farm sounds lovely. I live in a small town, almost big enough to be a city, but I have been to a small farm before-- it's really neat! I envy you, a bit. I give respect to the simple life!

    xoxo Morning

  2. I'm so jealous! Ponies and animals! I love animals and have always wanted my own horse, but I live in a huge city, in a large city neighborhood with a cinder block-fenced yard. No ponies. No dogs. Just cats. But this post made me happy. :)