I'm just a farm girl at heart~

 

I love the simple way of the farm life.  Not that it is always an easy life.  A farmer has to do a lot of hard work and a lot of trusting in the weather.

 

My daddy was a farmer.  It was in his blood.  When he wasn't farming, he was always looking for a farm.  He farmed on the plains of west Texas and in the dry desert of eastern New Mexico.  He had to do a lot of irrigating, but he was always so proud when that cotton crop came up!

 

I didn't grow up on a farm. My daddy farmed in west Texas before I was born.  We lived in town in New Mexico.  He went out to a widow lady's land and farmed the land for her there in New Mexico.  I can remember going out to the farm when I was very young.  He and momma would "chop cotton" and then in the fall, the cotton had to be picked.

 

One of my favorite memories of this time was riding in the truck with my daddy when he was pulling a load of cotton to the gin.  I usually was treated to a soda pop and a peanut patty when we were finished!!

 

I think I inherited that "farming blood" from my daddy.  I love to have my hands in the dirt.  Nothing makes me smile more than to see some seeds that I have planted begin to sprout.  Yes, even though I have never officially lived on a farm, in my heart of hearts, I am definitely a "farm girl".

Dear friends, thank you so much for stopping by to visit this farm girl today.  I hope something is making you smile or laugh today.  Sometimes it is the smallest of things that bring the most pleasure.  Have a delightful weekend! 

"Farming is a profession of hope."~Brian Bett

My little balcony garden. . .

So glad to be enjoying some warmer days here in Central Texas.

 

 

I saw where a friend of mine hung a chandelier in her garden so I decided to do the same in my little balcony garden. . .

 

I always enjoy a hot cup of coffee and a piece of toast with pear preserves out here. . .Wish you could join me!

I saw my first hummer flitting around my garden just this past week!  That is always exciting to me.

 

 

Petunias are such a happy flower. . .I love to surround myself with them.

 

My garden angel. . .

 

a wrought iron bench and cheerful gerbera daisies. . .

 

Thank you for stopping by for a visit with me. . .

                                         Hope you have a wonderful Sunday and upcoming week!

There is a garden. . .

 

in every childhood,

 

an enchanted place where colors are brighter,

 

the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence

 

Did you have an enchanted garden in your childhood?  I remember being enchanted by flowers at a very early age.  I am still enchanted by them.

Spring is in the air. . .Mr. Hummingbird will soon be here. . .I can't wait to see him once again!Wishing you an enchanting spring day, sweet friends!