Today I am linking up with Bloggers Like Us to show a few pictures of the place I call home--our family farm in rural New Mexico!
If you looked, you would see just dirt. With two barbed wire fences on either side. Maybe a quarter of a mile long, then it turns, and goes for another quarter of a mile. A lane where our sheep run down each day on their way to the field and run up each evening on their way back to the barn. Nothing fancy. Just dirt.
But when I look, I see so much more.
I see the place where I crashed my bicycle one afternoon and broke my nose. I see the pieces of red material that Gran tied to the gate so she could tell if it was open or closed. I see the hoof prints of horses of the the years....Baldy and Smokey and Baby Doll and Frosty and Blaze and Chief and Badger. I see Mr. Maes walking up the lane shaking his can of rocks behind the sheep. I see my dad following behind the herd with a baby lamb born in the field. I see Gran's old straw hat bobbing along in the dust. I see so much more.
If you looked, you would just see trees. A line of evergreens along the side of a gravel road. Just trees.
But when I look, I see so much more.
I see each tree that my dad and his dad planted by hand. I see trees that were irrigated in the summer with water that ran over the ditch stop and down the row. I see a windbreak protecting the fields. Where my first dog, whose name was my first word, was burried. I see so much more.
If you looked, you would just see a pile of manure. And you'd think it was gross and wonder why I was taking a picture of that.
But when I look, I see so much more.
I see the front end loader putting this manure in the back of an old truck for a family friend who would pay us in the pecans he'd grow that year. I see a childhood playground. Where Little Brother and I spent hours playing King of the Manure Pile. Where bruised knees and bloody noses were had by all. I see so much more.
If you looked, you would just see a farm. A little land. A few cows. A lot of sheep. A couple of horses. But I see so much more.
5 comments:
Your brillant, that is all.
BOKG
Love it!!! You must start your book!
LOKG
Amen sista!!! Love this :) Have a great weekend! xoxo
Oh this is so good! One of my all time favorite blogs right here.
-College Roomie
I missed this blog when you posted it. All those trees were planted in 1961 and 1962. They were in 1 gallon containers and came from Sears in Amarillo. Had to water them individually by hand with buckets. We had to chop the tree row several times a summer. Dallas usually had his hoe across the back of his neck and his arms stretched out on it and talking rather than hoeing. After the trees got bigger, if someone was comming down the road I always hid behind a tree because I didn't want the neighbors thinking that I had to work. Just before I retired I was out around Odessa, Tx. and a farmer was showing us a manure pile that he paid $50,000 for to spread on his cropland.
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