Simply a Farm Girl

I'm a farm girl. Been one since I was a little girl growing up riding and training horses. The country is my home. When I dream, I don't day dream about a big fancy house...I dream about a 100 year old white farm house. A wrap around porch with no railings, each side having old fashion wooden rocking chairs and one side with a porch swing. Massive windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling that let light in to dance across original hard wood floors. A grey tin roof and rock accents that we have gathered from our land. Clean, simple, and repurposed class.
Chickens with fresh farm eggs everyday, horses that graze among the apple trees and though we have cattle that roam the hills, we keep one close. Her eyes are soft and she gifts us with fresh raw milk everyday. I will call her Clara....