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Butterfly Hollow Farm ____ The Path Leading Us Here ____ How The Farm Got Its Name ____ Restoring the Old Farmhouse ____ Where The Beefalo Roam ____ Saddle Up The Horses ____ Saving Wilderness and Farm Land ____ Farm Journals ____ Sharing The Farm ____ Guest Book ____ Site Map ____ |
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(May 1997) The last couple weeks have been pretty wet here. I'm really longing for the feel and warmth of the sun. Oh, the rain is great too. It makes everything so green. It looks like a rain forest down in our hollow. This weekend Sharon and I took a walk (in the rain) down through the valley along side the creek, which was almost a small river from all the rain. All the little springs along the hillside were miniature waterfalls. We could have probably put in a canoe and floated all the way down the hollow. We met a huge snapping turtle that must have taken advantage of the raising water in one of the ponds and followed the stream down hoping to find a new place to hang out. We stopped and chatted with him for a little while. As we walked the rain slowed down to just the drips falling from the forest leaves. It was neat watching the life come back into the valley. One by one we watched the birds come out from their hiding places and nests. A family of cows came out from the forest and started enjoying their favorite pasture. A mare and her newborn colt took off running up the South facing hill. The sun broke through for a minute or two. It was just long enough to sit on the log bench by the garden and listen to the sounds of spring. It's the perfect song. Its a sweet mixture of sounds like the rhythm the creek makes as it splashes against the rocks, the melodies that the Chickadees and Nuthatches sing as they dash through the rose thickets, and the beat of the rain drop slipping from the leaves. The rain started pouring again and we started to run back up towards the house. sweet, crisp, rain dripping flavor. Well, we can never go right to the house, when we first have to go past the garden. We stopped and grabbed a couple “as fresh as they come” snap peas from the vine and munched on their sweet, crisp, rain dripping flavor. We then moved over to the onions and chased the snap peas with a zesty, spicy onion blade. As I was eyeing another snap pea for the harvest, Sharon walked through the herb garden and selected some of the finest tasting sprigs of dill, oregano, and basil. And for desert...... we found a handful of juicy wild strawberries! “Well life on a farm is kinda laid back....” At least today anyway. Before I went in I took one more look down through our valley. As the mist was rising off the ground and the sun slid its last glow behind a cloud I smiled and and took a deep breath of a wonderful place.
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Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563