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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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(April 1996) This morning I woke to the sounds of raindrops splashing on the new spring leaves. I laid in bed looking out through the window into the forest. It's so amazing when you concentrate on sound. Instead of just hearing the rain, or the cries from the young black hawks nest; I began to hear the rain falling through the distant trees. Soft songs from more than twenty different kinds of birds slowly filtered in my ears. The picture and the music travels much deeper when you stop and really listen. The smell of coffee finally overruled my tranquility. With my first cup I walked out to the garden and said good morning to the new bush beans and potatoes that sprouted since my last visit. I began pulling some of the weeds out of the raised beds and noticed something new. With the help from God and the wind, the seeds from flowers that I've never seen before were sprouting. I wonder if they were always here, but I never saw them. Maybe it's the same type of seeds that have been sprouting inside my mind lately.
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Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563