Do you remember the quote from Out of Africa when Karen Blixen says “I had a farm”. It always sounded so wistful, so full of memories.
My mom grew up on a farm in North Texas ~ with chickens and horses and cows. I was only there a few times in my life, but I have vivid memories of an old farmhouse with a front porch and a dark dining room and a kitchen with linoleum floors and yellow Formica countertops.
My favorite places were outside. I still have a picture of me on a horse with my dad when I was maybe 6 months old ~ my first time on a horse ~ that started my life~long love of God’s most beautiful animals. Later, when I started riding and had my own horse, dad blamed it on that first time on a horse.
I’ve always had a secret wish to be back on a farm ~ with open spaces, blue skies, green pastures where a few horses nibbled on grass and dogs ran around chasing butterflies. A white clapboard house, not with dark rooms, but with bright, light airy rooms and no linoleum or Formica.
I never got my farmhouse, but fortunately, my friend Patti did. About 12 years ago she and her husband bought 200 acres in East Texas and over a period of time built a beautiful farmhouse, party hosue and various outbuildings to house Patti’s chickens and bunnies. And pastures for her beloved goats. I’ve had the pleasure of being a guest at the farm several times, and last week a bunch of girls (that’s Texas for women) were there for a day at the farm.
And I just had to share Patti’s beautiful farmhouse with you. Today I’ll share the farmhouse and tomorrow I’ll share the rest of the farm.