When I was a kid, I tried counting sheep when I couldn’t sleep. This morning, however, I sat in front of our metal farm gate counting the sheep I could see in our nine acre field, to make sure all were accounted for!
Something else I did as a young girl was write. Even in first grade, I had a passion to create engaging stories that would inspire and help people. As a college freshman studying English, I once imagined a lush green landscape, and I could see the sun rising over the horizon. I took that vision as a sign that I would write and that my influence would travel over the horizon and beyond.
I graduated college, met a wonderful man who was in the Air Force, got married, traveled the globe and started having children. My hands and heart were full, but I found time here and there to write. As a new mom in Japan, I took an online writing course and used the local fish market as one of my subjects, inhaling all of the pungent sights, sounds and smells.
In England, I volunteered to write the women’s group’s newsletter. I published a fun story about locals who found a real buried treasure on their farm!
My hubby retired in the Midwest, and we started our own farm, one of his lifelong dreams. For the past year, each time I walked out in my muck boots to do my chores, I would think of things to write about and type notes into my phone. And each day, I thought, “I should start a blog about the farm.”
Today, as I sat in my truck, writing about the farm, I realized, “Here’s a blog post. I need to stop saying I will do it later and start it now. Today.” So that’s what I’m doing! Maybe that horizon I saw in my early dreams was our farm! And if I had walked a little further, I might have seen white fluffy sheep dotting the horizon.
My plan is to intersperse some blog posts that are my own “buried treasure” from our farm (my notes from the last year) with my thoughts and musings about more current farm happenings.
Y’all come back often and check what we are up to, and learning!