Ok, so I’m not the best at keeping up with my blog. If the complete void these past 8 months isn’t a clear indication of that, I don’t know what is. Haha. It’s not that I haven’t had plenty to blog about, it’s just that I honestly struggle with sitting down long enough to put my thoughts to paper, er uh screen I mean :) So much has been going on lately though, that I decided it’s time to break the silence and get back on the blogging band wagon.
A little over a year ago, my hubby decided it was time to leave the comforts of his full time job with Parelli and move us back to my parents’ farm to take a crack at living his dream of ranching and raising grass fed beef. Raising my kids on the farm I grew up on had been a dream of mine even before we had kids, so I LOVED the idea of moving back home. Now, every day my kids have the opportunity to play in the same front yard, explore the same barns, fields and trees I did, and experience the countless blessings of being raised in the country. My daughter’s favorite pastime is going for rides on the tractor with grandpa, or helping daddy gather cows.
I have so thoroughly enjoyed getting to watch my children explore and enjoy the farm where I grew up. I often count my blessings for getting to live here. I am seeing the farm through a new lens, through their little eyes, as they gaze in wonder at our huge draft horses, or squeal with delight the first time seeing piglets. Not everyone gets to have these experiences in their lifetime, let alone every day.
I loved being raised on a farm. When I was little I was constantly outside. You’d rarely find me in my room reading, more often then not I’d be running around outside, riding my bike or tagging along with my dad as he did his daily chores. I remember the day my dad taught me how to drive the tractor. It was the first day of school, I was going into third grade and my older sister was going into fourth. That year my parents decided to let my older sister go to public school, while I was going to spend another year in homeschool. I was so sad that morning when my sister and older cousins all headed off to school. It seemed so exciting and I was being left out of all the fun. I remember my dad scooping me up and telling me he had a surprise for me. Teaching me how to drive the big red tractor got my mind off how sad I was and gave me something to smile about that day.
I hope to share more with you about our adventures here on the farm. It’s where I’m finding my inspiration these days, and getting new ideas for songs. Check back for more musings coming soon :) ~Katie