Farmboy grew up with horses.  He raised cattle and herded them with cutting horses.  As a child, he had a Shetland pony, and later on quarter horses.  If we lived at the farm full time I know he would rebuild our barn (which was destroyed by a tornado) and get some horses.  We would also have gardens and try to raise a lot of our own food.  There are farms all around us where people raise horses and now and then we capture some wonderful pictures of the horses.

Mare and Foal Grazing in Farm Pasture

This beautiful mare and her baby live around the corner from us.  His daddy is a gorgeous black stallion, but daddy wouldn’t come close enough to the fence to get a good picture.


Farther on down the highway there was a Paint Mama and Baby.  Their pasture was wooded and Mama was a little shy so it was harder to get ;pictures.






I’m just a City Girl, but in high school I worked part time taking care of 3 magnificent Arabians.  I truly believe that horses are some of God’s most noble creatures, and I would totally support Farm Boy in getting some, if we could live on the farm full time.

Who says there’s no Easter Bunny?

Easter Bunny

Easter Bunny

I realize that Easter was a month ago and I’m a little late with these pictures but this little bunny was just so cute.  We were at the farm Easter weekend and when we woke up Easter morning, there he was, at the edge of one of our pastures.  To some of you that might not seem remarkable, but it has been dry for so long that we have not had any wild animals at all, and finally, we’ve had some rain and they’re showing up again.

Easter Bunny

Easter Bunny

As you can see, he did not let us stop his munching.  He calmly ate as we snapped pictures.  We’ve also had jackrabbits, but they are scrawny and just plain ugly.  This little guy, or girl, was so cute.  Thanks for the visit, Mr. (or Ms.) Bunny.  We’re happy to share our farm with you.

The Long Road

Herring Farm - 1905

Getting away to our farm house means leaving all the city noises behind, along with the conveniences of living in a big city.    In Houston, we’re so used to hearing sirens we don’t even go out to look and see if it’s ambulance, fire truck or police car.  We hear our neighbors – their music, their conversations, their movements.  The sky is never dark enough to really see the stars at night.  Something is almost always flying over us  – news helicopters, planes, LifeFlight.

Silence.  That’s what you hear out at the farm, with the occasional call of wild animals, and the moo of cows, but mostly peaceful, blissful silence.

Farm Boy and I both work hard and work long hours, so when the time comes to go out to the farm, we can’t wait.  Once we turn down the road that leads to our farm…

Herring Road…the stress relief begins.  The road is rough and somewhat crude, with all sorts of material patching up the holes in it.  If you encounter the rare vehicle coming towards you, both of you have to pull into the ditch to pass each other.  There’s fields and pastures on both sides of the road.  No traffic lights, no people suffering from road rage, no loud music.

Just more silence….

the drivewayWhat a blessing it is to pull into this driveway and know that we’re home for a little while.