A place called home.
We have all read countless sayings about home and probably have a favorite quote written in a book, tucked in a box or stitched in a wall decoration.
“–home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. “ —Oliver Wendell Holmes
Most of you who read this know I grew up on a dairy farm. It shaped who I am today. It is the place I go home to. It is the place when life is too fast or too mean, that I go to for peace. It is the place I think of when I am joyful. The sounds; the smells; the noise; the routine, always brings me back to the peaceful place of my childhood. It is the place I always feel welcome, I am always at home.
Recently the family (for many reasons) chose to sell the dairy cows. The farm is still a working farm just not a dairy farm. I went home to visit just before the sale. It was one last chance to see my brother and father milking cows in the barn. A job my brother has done his entire life — up every morning by five a.m. and back again every night to milk the cows. He knew every cow by name; he made adjustments for each one. He was a Dairy Farmer. I loved going to the barn to watch the milking.
I will miss “milking time” when I visit the farm next time but it is my family that makes the farm HOME. I am blessed to have grown up in such a magical place. I am more blessed to have my family to go home to.
I hope you enjoy the photos from my recent visits home. To my family, I love you all and thank you. I hope you can finally sleep past 5 a.m.!