The Sign

When we first moved to the farm we raised miniature horses.  My sister, Beverly, and I had cleaned and repaired the barn from one end to the other.  I gave tours to groups at no charge. I was just proud of what we had accomplished and wanted to share with the world.

During the repairs we found many pieces of our family history had been destroyed just by storing them so many years in a barn.  I took the pieces, and, yes, I knew the story for every piece and made a sign.  I had a piece of something that belonged to every member of the family generations past.

 I even had t-shirts made. Front

and back. (Raindrops on the shirt not stains)

After the tornado the barn and the sign (and many other things) had much damage.  This past month I tried to resurrect my sign.  Too much destroyed so I began anew.  Different pieces but the same purpose...to share the name we chose.

All that remained of the original sign was part of an F so I began there.

I gathered pieces of this and that and pieced them together to recreate my original sign.  It's not the same but we are labeled again.

Some may wonder why At The Farm.  Before we moved here someone would ask, Where's Dad? Where's Hubby?  At The Farm was always the answer so with my horses' registration I used At The Farm as the suffix instead of the standard prefix in a farm/ranch name.  

The first filly born here was Angel's Trumpet At The Farm and the first colt was named Walking Small At The Farm...see where I'm going besides in circles?

When my sister, Beverly, said I should blog the name came naturally...At The Farm.

Although we are no longer a horse ranch nor a cattle ranch the name remains mainly because of my blog.  Presenting the new old sign and it's new location...Ta daaaaa!

Copperhead Road

I don't always kill poison snakes

sometimes I play with them.

Sometimes they play with me.

Not Steve Earle's Copperhead Road

Playing with a Copperhead snake

At The Farm.

The Things I Saw

Skink

Glade or fence lizard on rock

Box turtle taking time to smell the bitter weeds

Bull Frog by water garden

With someone along for the ride

Been Playing Again...

I have no photo program nor would I know how to use one if I did.  I'm almost computer illiterate but I'm learning, slowly and surely.  I had a place I could make collages, now I've forgotten where that was...oh, well.

Fall is entering our valley,

the fog lays low,

and the poke berries weep in colors.

Green remains on the ground and in some trees,

but not for long,

Autumn has arrived and she brings her own wardrobe.