I definitely have farm blood in my veins. I long for that connection with the land… the wide open spaces… finding my roots. Yesterday, we decided to take a trip down to a farm in southern Minnesota that we’ve been wanting to visit for almost a year now. We got to meet a couple, who are farming the land and raising animals organically and in a humane manner. They have Jersey cows… every one of them has a name and they respond when called.
And they also have Berkshire pigs. They love their animals and raise them all from birth. I thought this one looked like Wilbur. 💙
They love the land too and all the hard work… they told us “it’s not work when you love what you do”. You could hear their passion in the stories they shared with us. Before we left, they jokingly asked us if we wanted to come back next weekend to work on the farm… we answered more seriously “we would LOVE to!!!”. We made two new friends yesterday. It was a very good day. My hobby farm needs to happen…. yes, one day.
xoxo ~michele
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With the New Year we have such great expectations- we’re going to do so many things differently then the previous year… we are going to make better choices, change bad habits, find better balance and just in general be so much better put together… then reality smacks you in the face and you realize it’s not always as simple as saying it and making it come to fruition, sometimes it takes a little more to see those changes happen.
the first sunrise of the New Year and
the last sunset. and even though my images have opportunities and aren’t perfectly shot, they are my days and I’m embracing them. A metaphor of my life and what I would like to see change. It’s a New Year with many days to live better, it doesn’t have to happen in one month… so here’s to looking forward to all the days to come and what they will bring
xoxo ~shirina
“At the heart of the cyclone
tearing the sky
And flinging the clouds
and the towers by
Is a place of central calm;…
So here in the roar of mortal things,
I have a place where my spirit sings,
In the hollow of God’s palm.”
― Edwin Markham