Living the Simple Life

A Quiet Sunday Morning

Good Sunday morning and blessings to all.  It has been a busy week here and right now seems to be the quietest part of it, my husband is at work and it is very quiet here at home. The chickens have been turned out into the yard, and the goats and Jessie (our Guernsey cow) have been milked. When we first moved out here in to the country, I thought I would never get used to the quiet, living into town it seems as if there was always some noise in the background. But out here when my husband was off to work and Summer was gone it was so quiet. I truly never thought I would bet used to only hearing the animals outside along with the hum of the crickets and frogs down in the pond.

Peace and quiet were one of the many things that factored into us making the move out here. My husband grew up on this very farm and he was used to the quiet. On the other hand I grew in town with friends and neighbors all around; there was always something going on somewhere that I thought I had to be in on or somewhere to go. As the years went on though, it seemed as if folks in town were getting down right rude. One neighbor we had hated dogs (he freely admitted this), one didn’t like my husband running his power tools in the garage (she said it disturbed her TV shows). The town I loved so much as a child had gotten to be way too noisy and the folks there way to self absorbed. Nothing we ever did was met with much approval and it become apparent it was time for us to go, but go where?

My husband was raised here on this farm, the old house sat where the mobile home now sits that Summer and her family live in now. This farm was passed down from my husband’s parents to him and before that it had been passed down by 3 other generations. When my mother in law and father in law passed way no one wanted to take over responsibility for this place, so Jeff my husband said he would buy the other siblings out and take over the taxes and such on it. At that time all I could do is hake my head and wonder what on earth we were going to do with a farm. Over the years we made weekly trips out her to check on things and we had to tear down the old house, it was falling in but at that time I never thought I would be living out here and loving it; situations change and people change and here I sit looking out the window watching the chickens run about in the yard and the cow and the goats munching way on some grass in the pasture. I anyone had told me 10 years ago this is where I would be right now, I would have laughed at them, now I would hug them!.

Have a blessed Sunday.

Preparedness, when properly pursued, is a way of life, not a sudden, spectacular program. -- Spencer W. Kimball, 1976

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09:55, Sunday, October 19, 2008 .. Posted by heritagehill

First of all, I love your good morning rooster!
I too grew up on the farm that we live at now. My grandparents purchased it and my Dad grew up here. Then my parents lived here their entire married life. Hubby and I moved here when Mom moved to town. So, I feel right at home, but hubby had never lived in the country, so he has had some adjustments to make. However, like you he just loves it now! We have lived here over 7 years. 10 years ago he would have never believed he would be raising goats and chickens, etc. Quite a change, but such a great one.
Marilyn