But somewhere deep in my soul there is a recognition of some past existence that calls to me. Or it could all be hooey and is just a pretty place to see. Either way I am drawn.

You already know from my post ’I Love Trees’, that, well, I love trees. Stirs my soul. See there is all that soul stuff again!

When I drive through the country-side what strikes me most is how tidy the farms look. I think, imagine. Then I look around my small untidy writing area – hmmm.

I could not presume to use Celi’s pics so this is from

I also love farm animals, although I would probably be terrified to come face to face with a herd or a flock of anything. But the visual is nice.

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Now the point of all this chit chat about farms, and trees, and animals, is that there is one farm I can go and feel part of everything.

Cecilia Mary Gunther has The Kitchen’s Garden and has been around in my blogosphere forever. At over 13,000 followers there is always room for you. I know her as Celi (cause we are such Good Friends), though we have never been face to face.

I am overwhelmed at the very thought of trying to describe her in a few words. Can’t be done. I was so intrigued by her that years ago I spent considerable time going back and reading every single post. Think Cast of Thousands (okay bit of exaggeration). Think personal relationships of two and four-legged variety that stay with you always.

Also of particular note, since you know my partner-in-crime here on A World Apart, JB is a New Zealander – well so is Celi. Her life growing up at the beaches is as intriguing as everything she has done since. I do seem drawn to the Kiwi – though the name originally meant the men of the New Zealand regiments.

When you get a chance do pop over. Her photos alone are worth a look but the words will thrill, chill, comfort, inspire, and come to life.

It’s sunny and cold here at 43N Lat today – of course.

Chris Sunday December 12th

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One is about 43 degrees latitude N. and longitude 80 W, The other almost equidistant south latitude and longitude 174 E. Two women, two minds, different personalities and experiences, choosing a life of meaning, continual growth and learning, at the same time negating ageist opinions of exactly what ‘an old lady’ should be.

17 thoughts on “NEVER LIVED ON A FARM”

  1. That is a lovely and unrealistic picture of a farm. They are messy. Think cow dung, chicken poop and horse paddies. Also, rusty old farm equipment laying around. I lived on a farm, so I know, ours had no trees either. We painted the barn red once but the sun quickly bleached it. But, it was a good life!

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  2. I’m drawn to the pop of color from old red barns too – especially when they’ve just gotten a fresh coat of paint and the messy farm stuff has been washed from its sides. It’s nice to imagine a different life – like on a beach when you live in the snowy zone of the world. I wouldn’t trade my life, though, it’s where I’m meant to be!

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  3. I am also a great lover of farms, though have never lived on one. Cows fascinate me; I’ve posted a few poems on cows, both funny 🙂 thanks for commenting on my blog and I will pop across and check out your suggestion 🙂

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  4. “I also love farm animals, although I would probably be terrified to come face to face with a herd or a flock of anything.”

    That made me laugh. I lived on a farm the first forty years of my life and worked with flocks and herds of various kinds in that time. Learning the correct names of each was an important part of preschool education that my mother saw to passionately. She didn’t want her kids looking stupid, calling a steer or heifer a cow, that kind of thing. So you can see how horrified I was to first encounter town folk talking to their kids about Mommy and Daddy and Baby cows. I don’t blame you for avoiding such errors of speech and simply saying “flock or herd of anything.”


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