1. We made a goal of providing a quality post every day through the month of January, starting December 27 of last year. It is entirely possibly we will reach that goal. Yay us!
2. We took our best photos of 2018 and gave each their own blog post.
We have taken the time to link the best photo blog posts in this one so you can find them and enjoy them from one location. We have also selected what we believe are the best FIVE photo/writing combinations of the group and we want you to tell us which ones you like the most! Give us a comment here, or an email, or a Facebook response and we'll let everyone know how the voting played out. And, if you really don't like that we left one of the others out, vote for it instead, we're not going to stop you. Please vote by February 4!
The Complete List in the Series:
- A Thousand Words - Dec 28
- A Thousand More Words - Dec 29
- More Than a Thousand Words - Dec 30
- Is A Thousand Words Enough? - Dec 31
- A Thousand Berries - Jan 2
- Sleep On It - Jan 3
- Weeding Bandits - Jan 4
- The Smell of Success - Jan 5
- Shadowlands - Jan 7
- The Way We Like It - Jan 8
- The Eagle Has Landed - Jan 9
- Silence in the Mist - Jan 10
- Reflections - Jan 11
- Plum Assignment - Jan 12
- Gateway to Nowhwere - Jan 13
- Whether Wythards - Jan 18
- Covering Sins - Jan 19
- Blue Skies - Jan 20
Not every part of a working farm needs to be 'cleaned up' and not every gate has to 'go somewhere.'
There is healing for the soul if you can just transport yourself to that field that is covered in flowers.
This perfectly still evening is very nearly perfectly silent except for the dull roar the stillness brings with it.
They'll come back to the building again tonight. They will find their perches and their straw. And they will sleep so they can again dream of grain, dust baths, clover and the shade of the great willow in their pasture.
The farmer might be caught humming pleasantly to himself as he harvests a crop that has done well. But, you might catch that same farmer looking back over the row with a look that hints at melancholy.
Is a thousand words enough?
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