Whenever I visit my daughter’s farm in Franklin, Tennessee, it is always a unique experience. Maybe that has something to do with being here in different seasons.
The farm is a place where one is invited to sit on the porch and stay a while, but right now it’s so darned hot the porch is not very inviting.
The farm is where chickens come to the back door to say good morning though with new kittens in residence they’re frisked away rather quickly.
The farm is a barn where I went to take a look before the day got too warm.
Close by the ground was littered with these spongy looking green balls that had fallen from a tree. Anybody know what they are?
Inside the barn both the chickens and the ever watchful Anatolian shepherds were escaping the heat. The dogs are probably also catching up on their rest as they patrol the grounds throughout the night.
Leaving the barn I spied this hen who looked as though she might not be enjoying the unseasonal heat either.
The farm is fresh eggs with pale shells gathered from the barn.
I couldn’t resist immediately cooking a few and making egg salad for a tasty lunch.
The farm is looking out the window and seeing beyond the fence the pond where on a cooler day I would consider having a glass of wine in the adirondacks.
Different though farm life may be from the life she lived in Houston, it makes me happy to see that she still claims her Texas roots.
As much as there is to enjoy around the farm, one thing is missing and that is the farm girl whose room no longer bears her presence. She is off to begin life as a college girl, but if I know her she is already counting the days until she returns! Until then, the kitties and dogs and chickens will miss her.