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How
the Farm Got Its Name
The
Drive to The Farm
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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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It was
a very strange ride into the farm to say the least. Everything was
normal until we got within 2 miles of the hollow. Then the gray chip-tar
road slowly started turning a golden brown. By the time we turned
onto our gravel road there were places where the gravel disappeared
and all you could see were blankets of tan, gold, brown and white
rippling and fluttering. I remember looking back in the rear view
mirror and watching the blankets explode into hundreds of dashing
butterflies. It felt like we were driving in the jungles. The population
keep getting thicker as we made our way back up into the valley. When we got out of the truck a half dozen butterflies immediately landed on Sharon's head. We died laughing remembering the one little butterfly that landed on her finger two weeks earlier. It was if he sent out a telegram to his whole village and told them about the place that we were going to name after him. The first hundred that landed on us were neat. Needless to say, they aren’t shy in the least. 
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info@butterflyhollow.com
Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563