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How Wonderful to Live on a Farm!

I am very lucky to live on a farm. My kids are fortunate to be raised on a farm. There is nothing but sweetness and light on the farm. Well, except for the mud and muck that is everywhere during the winter and spring and fall seasons...



Just keepin' it real, folks. 

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  1. How about the mud and muck that makes it INTO the house----and all over the house?

    I am sure that your muck has no smell to it either, right??????

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  2. Oh the mud! And I call March the Mud Month. Why April too?

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  3. Ah, the fantasies we all have...

    I live on an island, which I love dearly but the reality is much different from what most people imagine.

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  4. I made the mistake of wearing "good" pants and my regular shoes when I took dd to her horse riding lesson yesterday. Let's just say the shoes had to stay on the front porch and the pants had to be washed again. (still, you can't beat farming can ya??!)

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