We built this farm with little children around our feet. Goats and chickens, Basset hounds and rabbits, ponies, donkeys, guinea foul and guinea pigs are memorialized along with the four tiny faces of my little ones. I wanted something special for my special loves--those 4 little roosters ranking 1st in our hearts. We gave the gift of growing them strong and kind around a family of fur and feather-bearing friends. I wanted to share with them a part of who I am and what calls to the inside of my heart as well. And often that is a large brown goose, an emblazoned red sunset, or a jersey cow.
Over the years, which is really another way to say, "During the season that time shifts into warp speed", I saw our 4 little oak trees spread out around this place, growing in body, mind and spirit until, at once, somewhere in the warp, they were looking at me from grown up eyes and telling tales of their own dreams and plans. The roosters still crow here and the goats call to me from the field when I arrive home, or walk out on the porch, but the sounds carry across a farm that is in a fevered flux.
But, I won't look back too long today. I must stop myself soon, for looking back can slow the heart for forward things and forward is the only place that hope grows green and lush on a farm like this. And growing is what a farm is for, after all.