Your Story: Hill Farm

Across from the old cemetery on the hill lies the farm below.  Tell me about it. Write me a story.

Your Story is a SethSnap series in which you get to decide the story behind the photo.  You can write a story, a poem or even just one word.  You decide.  Put on your best overalls, wear your best John Deere hat, crank your tractorand go! To see previous Your Story posts click on “Story Time” on the right.

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24 responses to “Your Story: Hill Farm

  1. Tucked away between the hills
    With trees of mossy green
    The farmer sows and pasture tills
    This lovely springtime scene.
    A picket fence like soldiers guard
    The white washed barn and stall
    A farmer’s calling always hard
    But his life is best of all.

  2. “If I had a farm I would plant many seeds, both ornamental and many Fruits and Vegetables to feed my family and others. I would have a small vineyard for either personal consumption or a starter for a larger idea. I would own many cattle, horse, and animals. I many even have a hiking range if played correctly. Simply but If I owned a farm such as this, I would do so much, and be hard at work from wake to sleep…so please oh please won’t you let me win the Lottery? I know I have never really played, but the idea I have is a simple one to me…” My dream shared for you!

  3. Once upon a time, in the middle of nowhere, there was a farm that could generate sufficient resources to sustain it’s occupants without interraction with outsiders.
    It was such a beautiful sight to behold and neither water nor electricity was ever lacked.
    It’s occupants were as peaceful, graceful and skillful as anything you can imagine…
    I’m only hoping that someday, such would be a true story.
    This picture is so beautiful and it speaks volumes!

  4. Like others, I’ve seen pictures depicting love, hate, hope, lawlessness, hunger, poverty, greed and several others, and compared to your hill-farm scenes, yours is a paradise, which is worth striving for. The trees and vegetation with all the greeneries capped by equally alluring sky
    lines exude peace and quiet are balm to tired and weary souls who have had enough of war, bitterness, wildfires, forest rape by loggers, slash-and-burn farming, rampaging killer flash floods, droughts, storms, typhoons, blizzards, tornadoes, climate change, others. The scenes are perfect initiatives amidst global turmoils to treasure life and move on.

  5. Make your way down the hill. Flit from tree to tree. Listen to the white farm calling, calling from across the green. Rise from your sleep and make your way down, down, up and down. The warm morning sun glints off its white roof, white walls, white, white. But it doesn’t warm you anymore than the green life surrounding it. You are cold. Cold as the stones from which you rose, but the farm calls….and you must answer.

  6. Michael had been away for a very long time.
    His return home was unexpected but deeply necessary.
    He was worn out and he need to hide away for a time and where better to hide than on the farm that was frozen in time.
    The world was not allowed there.
    He escaped to the world and now he was hiding from it.
    There was blood on his hands.
    You could not see it but it was there none the less, and like MacBeth nothing was going to wash it away.
    He needed to find the strength to go forward but he was not sure where ‘forward’ was.
    For the time being it did not matter.
    He was going to be like the farm dogs, living in the moment not thinking about tomorrow.
    He would smell his mums cooking and lie in the grass.
    And the world could go directly to hell!

  7. Our farm was tucked into a valley, right in the middle of a climate zone where we were at least two weeks ahead of the other farmers in the area. It gave us an advantage in the spring months, but made it a little harder in the fall months when we were trying to bring in the harvest before winter.

    We did nearly everything; horses, corn, strawberries, apples, peaches, cherries, plums, pumpkins, tomatoes, beans, potatoes. We raised cattle for beef and for milk. You name, our farm probably had it so long as it could grow in this region.

    It was one of the many things I loved about coming home, the rolling hills, the horses down below in their pen, the fields laid open and bare just waiting for the new crop. The cattle grazing in the fields, the apple blossoms lighting up the valley with their white blooms, and the red tractor standing out against the white barn. These were the things I treasured, the things I long for when I was away.

    And yet, this time it was different. This time, I knew it would be my last trip. Our farm was being sold.

  8. Reblogged this on My A-muse-ing Life and commented:
    Our farm was tucked into a valley, right in the middle of a climate zone where we were at least two weeks ahead of the other farmers in the area. It gave us an advantage in the spring months, but made it a little harder in the fall months when we were trying to bring in the harvest before winter.

    We did nearly everything; horses, corn, strawberries, apples, peaches, cherries, plums, pumpkins, tomatoes, beans, potatoes. We raised cattle for beef and for milk. You name, our farm probably had it so long as it could grow in this region.

    It was one of the many things I loved about coming home, the rolling hills, the horses down below in their pen, the fields laid open and bare just waiting for the new crop. The cattle grazing in the fields, the apple blossoms lighting up the valley with their white blooms, and the red tractor standing out against the white barn. These were the things I treasured, the things I long for when I was away.

    And yet, this time it was different. This time, I knew it would be my last trip. Our farm was being sold.

  9. Old McDOnald had a…what?
    Nevermind the barn, look at the beauty of the green.
    The cattle look good, but not to eat…I feel we’re on the same team.
    I can’t help from noticing the the marvelous complexion of the trees
    matter of fact one of the many necessities meeting our needs.
    Oxygen..ahhhh (Exhale) please make they stop killing them because of the greed.
    On a lighter note, what ya got growin’ in that der’ barn…maybe w??d…
    You sure about Ohio?..Colorada, Northern Cali, Washington State….what breed 🙂
    Sethsnap, great shot, you captured more than a good deed…
    so…? if I visit anywhere to plant my seed…. 🙂

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    “A Soul Driven Mind”
    http://asouldrivenmind.wordpress.com

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