I have many, many fond memories of Christmas at our farm growing up. The sights, the smells, the crispness in the air. How mom & dad decorated our wonderful little farm cottage. And I my playhouse… just envision tinsel. Lots and LOTS of tinsel! You know the fluffy garlands you buy at the Dollar Tree? 😖 It all just takes me back to yesteryear when I was little and carefree.
Our slice of heaven was a little green farmhouse in the outskirts of Ashland, VA on about 5 acres. The property had a two-story red barn that dad would hang this gargantuan vine wreath on. It was cross-fenced with three board wood fences, open fields, a gravel drive, enormous, old trees and, as I have today, lots and lots of critters.
It was everything you could imagine – a genuine sense of peace, the smell of good food cooking, beautiful hardwood floors with puddles of melted snow by the doors. Chickens flittering about the back porch and some even brazen enough to make their way inside the farmhouse.
Except for the clucking of chickens, neighing of horses, and baaing of goats, there was a still quietness that softened even the worst of days. A stunning life.
Yep, I’m a farm girl at heart and will always be one. Though I don’t mind a quick trip to the city here and there. I do love to travel. Read more