Time Marches OnPosted on November 18, 2015 at 12:03 am by Rob Holley
Modern culture runs on the clock. Nearly everything that we do starts and ends appropriately so that the next obligation, whether it be waking, work, school, the gym, soccer practice, church, a movie, a meal break, or sleeping can happen at its appropriate time. This cycle, along with the clock, keeps rolling along perpetually. Very few segments of our society are exempt from the constraints of time. By time we mean the clock and not the continual passing of days, seasons, or years.
In contrast, the rhythms of the farm have no consideration for the clock. The river flows according to the snow pack, the hay grows when the soil and air temperatures are right, and the chickens lay their eggs according to the length of days. Equipment breaks down, animals are born, and the rains come with no regard for the time.
Nights of baling hay, or days of tilling soil, picking vegetables, fixing equipment or pulling weeds give us plenty of opportunity to consider and talk about what we do. We’re fortunate to be able to enjoy, on our own table, the fruits of our labor. We’re privileged to have some time to visit with the neighbors when we pass on the road.
These posts are intended to give you some insight into our lives here at the farm. Who we are, what we do, how we do it, why we do it, and what we think about it. Every few weeks we’ll add something new, something to help you understand what makes Holley Family Farms tick, so to speak.
Blessings, The Holley FamilyTags: baling hay, farming, fixing equipment, picking vegetables, tiling soil