Down on the Farm

We have lived out in the “country” for almost seven years. My husband and I built our house in May 2007 and moved from the “city” to the country. I use these terms loosely since the “city” we lived in was very small and now that we are out in the county, it’s not that far from the nearest grocery store.  I grew up out in the boonies, about 30 minutes from the nearest grocery store (which was located in a small town with a population of approximately 5,000), so where we currently live isn’t very rural at all. But we love it here! Our property is next to a small dairy farm owned by a very nice Mennonite family.  The brother and his wife and family live on the main farm and the brother’s sister, M. lives in a small house on the same farm.  She’s the one I text whenever there’s a cow out, ha!

The other week, M. invited us to come watch them milk the cows. It happened to be the same weekend that my husband’s parents were visiting, so we took Mimi and Grandaddy along.  Miss H. was particularly fasciated by the farm dog, Hope, who gave Harper lots of kisses.  Will was a little more hesitant of Hope, which suprised me, since he usually loves dogs.





M. gave us the run-down of how the dairy operations work (we had visited several years ago and watched them milk, but this was the first time that Will and Harper had been there). Below are Will and Harper, along with M’s nephew and nieces. They are the sweetest children, so polite and kind.


Harper took off her coat and wanted to stay awhile. She literally took it off and was about to throw it on the ground…thank goodness I caught it!




Then, M. put Will and Harper up to pet the cows while they were being milked.  They loved it!  We got to taste some whole milk and some whole chocolate milk-both were so rich and delicious!  They also sell eggs, so we picked up a dozen of their fresh farm eggs.

The kiddos took us to see the calves, who stay in a nearby barn.  They were so, so white! While in the barn, a mouse ran across the ground and terrified me. I absolutely cannot stand mice.  Yuck.  We also got to see Chubbs, the pig that they’re raising to eat.  When it was time to go, Harper had a meltdown and wanted to stay.  I think we might have a little farm hand in our future, ha!

M. and her brother and family have been great neighbors.  They plow us out any time we get lots of snow, like this past week. Otherwise, we would still be trapped at home.  We help them out by watching out for runaway cows, and we often herd the cows back in the field when we can.  I’m so glad for the opportunity to live near them and for my kiddos to see what farm life is like.




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