Life on a suburban farm has a rhythm, a predictability factor. There is always something that must be done, chickens and ducks must be fed, garden must be watered, the weeds cannot be ignore (too long anyway). Living here has taught me to slow down and enjoy the good things, the sounds of crickets, the pitch black night sky lit up by the brightest stars I have ever seen. The amazing loudness of peace and quiet.
Everyday you can count on the same things happening followed by new and exciting developments. I love that we can pick our lunch from the garden and fish our dinner from the pond. That we can stop and let the fast world pass us by under an oak tree and when I am ready to join the ever moving, never pausing world, it is still there to jump back into.
It is in the small things that I most delight, a breeze on a long work day in the garden, a fresh tomato warmed by the sun, a beautiful baby taking her nap in a hammock under a might oak tree.
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