Days 86-89: Old MacDonald had a farm

February 7, 2012

Family on the Road, On the Road

And on that farm he had a miniature mule.

Rainy days. Fresh eggs. Curious goats. Stoic horses.

Few things make me as happy as the smell and velvety touch of a horse’s muzzle. As I was struggling with depression, 5 days on a farm was just what my soul needed to be able to soar again

My uncle works at a small farm at the foot of the Appalachian Mountains in Maryville, Tennessee. We played with the goats, gathered colorful eggs, stroked the horses’ woolly winter coats, hiked in the quiet wood, and cuddled, book in hand, as the rain poured outside.

Every morning, Thing 2 rushed for his boots the minute he heard the rumble of my uncle’s truck coming to feed the horses. Thing 1 got into “shoving matches” with Julie the goat. Nico and Nigel met new friends and enemies when Julie decided to give them a friendly headbutt. I think Brent was the only one to escape Julie. I have never met a more ornery goat. (Not that I’ve met a lot of goats.) She headbutted me into the wall within 2 minutes of our introduction.

I felt free. I felt alive. I felt at home.

Yet, the clouds move and I’m caught in their shadow dance. Being at the farm reminds me at how at heart I’m a country girl who ended up in a beach town. A girl who feels more comfortable in a saddle than on the sand. I’m all too aware that as long as we live in Ventura we will not be able to have goats, chickens, and horses.

Thing 2 keeps asking with excitement in his eyes, “Mama, can we live on a farm?” My little animal boy. How I want to gather him in my arms and say, “Yes we’ll have goats, chickens, and Arabian horses!” When God chiseled horses I’m certain his first was an Arabian.

Not now.

Now the road is our home but only time will tell where it will take us.

Love and Laughter,
Jenn

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I'm Jenn and I'm so happy you stopped by our little corner of the web. My favorite moments are cuddling with my boys, listening to the purrs of my cat, and sipping warm cups of tea. The smell of orange blossoms conjures up delightful memories of childhood even though I grew up in Indiana hundreds of miles from citrus groves. I love animals and when I'm stressed I dream of owning a goat farm. I love art, road trips, books, and food. Vintage clothes make me ridiculously happy. Red lipstick is my friend.

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3 Responses to “Days 86-89: Old MacDonald had a farm”

  1. Jess Says:

    I Love this! Great picture of Steve. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl. :0 Dorky I know, but I had to say it!

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  2. Missy Says:

    Well it’s official – you’ll just have to move to where you can have the farm and not be too far from beach or New Orleans – so maybe move to LA (lower Alabama )!!!!

    But really, it’s so refreshing to see how invigorating the farm is for all of you. Just something about those animals. Heck, you’re off to a good start with 2 dogs and a cat – just need some cows, horses, goats, pigs and chickens!!! Thing 2 would be so happy!! Lol!!
    Loved the mule exercises too !

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  3. Deb (SmoothieGirlEatsToo) Says:

    I already squealed at the mule races. But head butts and shoveling matches? Doesn’t get much better (except the book in hand in the pouring rain). Love hearing that your soul soars …LOVE the photo of nico/nigel with the horse. YES, velvet- pure velvet! LOVE.

    I bet one day you will end up on a farm. After all, Brent can work from nearly anywhere. And aside from property, you aren’t chained to ventura. :-)

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