Relationships don’t matter as much as you think they do.
Because as magical as I think farmers are, I have still observed that they can only be in one place at one time. They only have so much energy to spend. Their capacity for stress and obstacles is greater than most, but even they have a limit.
And so it turns out that a farming community is utterly necessary.
We are so blessed with great neighbors.
That’s saying something when your farm is surrounded by subdivisions, split down the middle by a state road and situated a mere 7 minutes from Target and Starbucks. It’s the geographical story of farming/ranching in the South – when you can raise one cow/calf pair on 2 acres, you can probably manage to continue your 5th generation cattle operation amid land development.
And persisting in your family’s legacy in the original location won’t drive you crazy…
…if you have good neighbors.
Stable people are among my favorite neighbors. Coop, dog and cat people all rank high, too. Gate checking, only a cell phone ring away, utterly dependable neighbors can’t be found – they’re a gift. It goes without saying that donkey people are exceptional neighbors. 🙂 Then there’s the ones that let us mow their acreage for hay each year.
This guy in these pictures trains cutting horses. Cutting horses are special equines that just love to work cattle. Working cattle is important. A sick cow walks to the barn for doctoring a lot easier if a well-trained horse calmly encourages her in the right direction.
I think he thinks he’s getting a great deal – lots of cows and acreage to add to his training regimen anytime he wants. He has a day job, but his heart is with his horses.
Turns out we’re the ones getting a great deal – of blessing from him – just like all our close community who are polite about hoof tracks in their yard occasionally, who answer their cell when we need to put an eye on a certain pasture or light the heater in the well house during our absence, who trade eggs over the fence and talk family and life in our very own Mayberry.
That’s just how good neighbors make you feel…like a heaping portion of Divine geography arrived, helping your days be better…Helping the farmwife breathe easier, knowing that since extra is nearby, enough can be enjoyed.
Extra eyes and extra hearts put into caring for the herd (and for us) = a priceless blessing.
In fact, we’re so blessed I’m declaring our neighborhood our extra special Valentine this year.
Our sincere thanks to all of you.