Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Don't Call Me Late for Dinner

"I don't care what you call me, " goes an old saying, "just don't call me late for dinner."

Dinner time for Ebby takes me past our lower lane on these lovely autumn evenings.

Now that the pasture has been bush hogged, Ebby and Seb are probably enjoying the hay bale in the run-in shed, so I call out, "Ooooh, cow!  Oooooh, cow!"

Ebby appears in the distance with Seb trailing along behind.

I pour out her feed and top off the water tank, but the evening light is so beautiful, I stay to watch her amble towards me.

Ebby takes her time--she knows I wouldn't call her late for dinner--and I take my time, too.  These golden autumn moments are treasures to be enjoyed.


  1. You have a beautiful place Susan, I can't wait until we can move out of the city to our own piece of paradise.

    1. Thanks, Gordon, and feel free to enjoy it vicariously until that Great Day!


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