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Relaxing in the afternoon sunshine. Simple Gift!! |
Late this afternoon as I was feeding grain to everyone on the farm, I began softly humming and then singing, Simple Gifts by Joseph Brackett, 1792-1882. It just seemed so fitting.
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Horses happy there hasn't been a frost yet. Simple Gift from Mother Nature. (smiles) |
The sun was warm and casting beautiful shadows on the fields, all the animals were calm and relaxing in the waning hours of that warmth, and I was feeling very fortunate to live in this awesome country.
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Voyager happy to be in with the horses. Such a Simple Gift to give. |
After feeding everyone, instead of just sitting outside on the gate and watching them eat, I decided to run in and get the camera. The pictures don't capture how beautiful it was, but I wanted to share them with you anyhow, and also the words to a song I really love. The tune is well known....sometimes I sing Lord of the Dance lyrics, but other times these that I've included below:
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I opened the gate to back field..... now everyone is going to be happy for a while. It's those Simple Gifts that make life good! |
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free, 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be.
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Sedona's Simple Gift is access to the back field. She's not as heavy as she looks there. |
And when we find ourselves in the place just right, 'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
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Walking back through the field closer to home. Imax can be seen at the fence guarding the yard! A Simple Gift for me is to live in this great Country. |
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be fair, 'Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air.
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Zoom in on SweetPea through the trees. Her Simple Gift is new extension to run-in shelter. |
And each day as we walk on the path we choose, 'Tis a gift we pray we shall never lose.
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Sera looking through the extension on the run-in. I need to finish painting and fully enclosing it. That will be my Simple Gift to her. |
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