Feature: Farm Life

I was in the middle of no-where today, looking for a family cemetery stone (OK, well Genesee isn’t in the middle of no-where, it is on the map, but it’s one of those towns that if you blink, you might miss it, except for having to slow down) when my family friend John called me.  

Back story: This past Thanksgiving my great Uncle Donald passed away and I was named executor of the estate.  The estate is a farm up near the international border of Minnesota and Canada.  The farm includes a lot of land, machinery, animals, the homestead, etc.  It was left up to me to make decisions best for the surviving children (my grandma and her siblings) as well as any heirs.  It’s a big job but I was left to do it because I handled the specifics when my great Uncle Ted passed away.

I was already pretty salty that I hadn’t had the chance to go back up the farm before we put everything up at auction (stupid knee) but then John called me to tell me Pete had passed away.  Pete was one of our horses and he was pretty old so I expected it, but something about it, hit me really hard and I started to sob (and I'm not someone who crys much).  I realized I’m never going to get to go back to the farm.  Just then a horse ninnied and I looked up (see this cemetery is surrounded by farms pretty much) and a horse was hanging at the fence across from me.  I wanted to, SO BAD, go over and pet the horse… but I didn’t know who’s horse it was and the horse didn’t know me.

I really need to find a friend who has a farm, barn and horse… preferably all three but I’d settle for one.  I’m going to miss sitting on the porch hearing the summer evening sounds of the farm, walking around the fields, laying in the hay loft and most of all, spoiling the horses with sugar cubes and apples…

So… until then…

Farm Life

My Farm



Barns

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Fields

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Equipment



Cows



Horses

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Pigs