After much procrastination and many excuses I am finally getting around to posting something, many thanks to Amanda from Rocky Valley Farms for setting up the blog and all the work that she has been doing on her other blogs. Plus my many many thanks to the entire family, they have been a huge help to me since I moved to the "farm"
I guess I should give you a bit of back ground about me. About 5 years ago me and my family moved out to New Brunswick from southern Ontario full of hopes and dreams leaving the city and moving out to a beautiful 100 acre piece of land in Central Hainesville NB. The "old Wallace place" as it is know in these parts. The land is a mix of about 40 acres of cleared land (mix of nice hay fields, brooks, farm hours and barns) and the rest is a mix of brooks, beaver ponds, woodlot. All the barns and farm house are the original ones that were built by the first Homesteading family on this land. I am still working on more of the history of the Wallace family and will be posting more about that later.
It is amazing to stand inside one of these old barns in the middle of a good old fashioned "Nor Easter, well yes sir she's going to be a nasty one" look up at the original hand hewn timbers from tree's that were felled by hand probably from the very spot that the barn is sitting on. See the hand carved pegs in the mortise and tenon joints holding the timber frame together. Hold one of the hundreds of hand forged square nails that still hold the vertical boards that are blocking that wind. That bone splitting Nor Easter wind, a wind that I have seen blow snow balls as big as basketballs up the side of Crabbe Mountain. Standing in the middle of that barn, watching the goats happily munching on some fresh hay, warm and snug in there winter pens. You hear the wind scream whisper and that old barn just stands there saying nothing, not moving an inch completely ignoring how pissed off the wind is that it has to go around the barn. I imagine they have been having this argument for over a hundred years. The wind constantly complaining and nagging, day after day ever since that damm barn got in its way. The barn just standing there taking it, saying nothing but I heard its voice.
If you stand for something long enough you don't have to say any thing about what you stand for.
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