Farm
Slang:
Who knew
Settin’ Tubes
Was so technical?
My irrigation specialist!
An hour earlier:
Slang
It!
I node
I shoulda
Set those tubes fur bed.
Hay-el, Now the dern ditch is dry!
And with that my obsession with Fibs is over. I knew I would not be able to commit!
And for the record…my irrigation specialist is a well spoken civil engineer…but the fib sort of fit our day.
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Tomorrow morning I have a date with a not so blank canvas…but a canvas…of sorts.
The boys are camping and I get the farm all to myself. Time to set some siphon tubes (an art form I have yet to master), yes. But also…Time to create…to start this journey. 
As I have thought about this day, I have been reminded of a talk from several years ago.
The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul. No matter our talents, education, backgrounds, or abilities, we each have an inherent wish to create something that did not exist before.
Everyone can create. You don’t need money, position, or influence in order to create something of substance or beauty.
Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty.
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You may think you don’t have talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts, every one of us. The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Here’s to tomorrow…To the power of creation….to all the beauty, past and present, that is our farm!
Every morning I drive by her and imagine who she was and what she will become.
She begs me to come and spent some time (and money). To clean away the cobwebs, sure up walls (scratch that – I want to shore up walls instead) and expose all her hidden features.
“Be patient,” I tell her. “Our time will come.”
Wednesday is my last day at work…Thursday I am meeting with the plumber.
This summer I will show her all the tender care she deserves. She, I hope, will respond in kind.
I am beyond excited!!!!
I began these farm blogs in the hopes of writing and sharing the song of farm life. Well let me tell you, if there is a background melody to this life on the farm is certainly one you smell.
Of course there are the expected animal smells: 
But there is a reprieve, in the sweet scent of flowers.
And there are chemicals…
That one can tolerate when one knows what lies ahead is the smell of a fresh cutting!
And right now? Right now, I am loving the smell of the Russian olive trees.
I look forward to there fragrant song every year! Always have….always will.
Breathe in my friends!!!!
There was a time in my life when I was pretty sure I wanted Sunshine On My Shoulders (John Denver) sung at my funeral. But I think I am over that…except when I get to feed the animals in the early morning sunshine: 
Or it brightens up the sight of my boys in an impromptu mud fight
And casts its rays through to promise brighter days
Or sits perfectly on my son’s shoulder
Then it seems like the perfect song to say I wish everyone days just like these beautiful days on the farm!
Wendy Mair Clark 