Filed under: July 2019 | Tags: gifts, girls and horses, giving, let your light shine, Love, old photos, small farm living
July 17, 2019
In a an old cardboard box of photos that my mother had, there is a picture of me about a year old, sitting on the back of a cow. The photo is old (like me). It is water stained and faded. The picture was taken when technology was nothing like it is today. The best thing about the photo is the little smile on my face. That smile has never left me. It will stay, as long as, I can touch the soil and breath in the spirit of animals. If you don’t see the smile on my face, just know that it lives in my heart.
I was introduced to this farming life at an early age. I have been immersed in agriculture in all of its forms. I drink in all the knowledge that I can, especially when it comes to the “old ways”. I try to share this passion with everyone that I meet. I try to be a “light at the end of the tunnel”, for folks searching information. I also try to expose people to this lifestyle, even if they don’t want to live it. I want them to see just how wonderful it can be.
As much as I enjoy visiting with friends and strangers alike, I understand that it is the generations who will follow me that matter most. My lifestyle, my love for the old ways and my experiences in life and farming, will all be lost, unless I pass this love affair of mine on.
I plant seeds, some take root, some are scattered where they don’t grow. The important part is to keep sharing of yourself, no matter where your passion lies. We don’t know who we will inspire or how far our passions will be shared. We are not supposed to hide our light under a bushel, so be the light!
Love is strong. It will conquer all things. It will make you wear boots that don’t match, just to walk through horse poop with your grandpa! It will stand in the face of troubles big and small. It will hold you together when your world is coming apart…and long after you are gone, you will be remembered….still living, in the hearts of those with whom you shared yourself.
So plant seeds of your own. You never know who you will touch. Reach out, be the light. I am like that old photo, worn, faded and stained, but I am still smiling. I hope to be planting seeds of all kinds for many years yet, but my favorite crops grow in the hearts of the people that I have touched.
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RicelandMeadows 
If we fail to plant seeds and nurture them; we will not have a harvest.
Comment by Rick Ward July 17, 2019 @ 3:40 pmExactly!
Comment by ricelandmeadows July 19, 2019 @ 10:06 amBeautiful writing.
Comment by Janice Smith July 18, 2019 @ 10:02 amThank you! You get the credit for journalism and my command of the written word. Thank you for believing in me.
Comment by ricelandmeadows July 19, 2019 @ 10:05 am