I Miss The Farm

This song reminds me of my life on the farm. When I could go out and just be... When, no matter how I felt, I could go out and be alone in nature.. I remember I had one specific tree I would always go and sit under that was next to the bridge above the creek we had.

It was such a peaceful place... You could hear coyotes howl at night... In the right season, the crickets would help me sleep. Hell, sometimes we even heard frogs. It was just beautiful. Everything about it was... Lightning storms were incredible and unforgettable with the clear skies we had. I loved going out and sitting in our fields, staring at the stars at night. Or playing with our 11 dogs during the day... Or training them around the sheep. Or waking up early to go get the eggs out of the chicken coop. Or doing chores around the farm. They were fun. I actually liked working on the farm.
I miss driving around the farm grounds while my grandparents were gone and had me and my brothers watch the farm. We would take turns taking care of everything each day. So sometimes it was them, and other times it was me.
I miss when we had puppies and we took care of them. I miss when we had lambs and took care of them too.
I miss the dogs... One of which died, and I'm sure the others have too...
I miss going out and looking for four leaf clovers with my mom when I was little.
I miss playing football with my brothers in the huge fields.
I miss taking care of the garden with my grandma and making homemade salsa and other foods.
I miss sitting around, eating delicious food and painting rocks to put around the garden.
I miss the fort we were building in the woods. I wonder if it's still standing.
I miss when it snowed and how beautiful it was... How my farm, turned into a wonderland.
I even miss the thick mud when it rained and we got absolutely filthy walking around. That was who I was.
I miss chasing snakes and trying to pick them up.
I miss throwing rocks at beehives with my brothers.
I miss collecting tadpoles in our hands and letting them go.
I miss the long walks I would take by myself, or with my brothers.
I miss climbing trees and chilling in them, writing songs or drawing.
I miss adventuring with my brothers, finding all sorts of new things all the time.
I miss my dog, Morgan.. and how close we were. She followed me.. She knew how I felt.. She and I were best friends. <3 I remember how broken-hearted I was when she died...
I miss working in the Garden Center with Grandma and making money from people she was friends with.
I miss the chocolate-mint plant my grandma had... I always had a leaf with me so I could smell it. It smelled exactly like chocolate mint ice cream.
I miss the burgers my dad use to make, and how often we had them.
I miss when we were a full family, and we actually ate dinner together, and had movie nights every week.
I miss our family game nights.
I miss when we were a family...
I miss blowing on the dandelions and picking apart the daisy petals.
I miss sleeping out on the trampoline.
I miss the beautiful eucalyptus tree we had in our yard.
I even miss the blackberry bushes and the amazing cobler my mom and grandma made together.
I miss helping out in the kitchen and learning new things about cooking.
I miss the dirt fights our whole family would have.
I miss the epic snowball fights, when Kyle and I would ALWAYS be a team because Kyle was my role model.
I miss the summer days when we would swim in our pool, or put the sprinkler under the trampoline.
I miss going out and standing in the pouring rain. <3
I miss playing poker late at night after long days on the farm.
I miss the natural happiness.
I miss the trailer and how many memories I've had in it...
I miss the large space where I could sing freely and not worry about people hearing me.
I miss waking up at 5am and taking early morning walks and watch the sun come up.
I miss the sunsets we would have.
I miss the horses that lived in the farm neighboring us.
I miss Brian, and the long rides on the Harley we would take through all the farmland.
I miss the trips to the fish hatchery.
I miss the amazing photography my mom and I did together.
I miss the beautiful paintings she would create.
I miss watching the clouds.
I miss the meteor showers we would watch.
I miss everything, but most of all,
I miss being young and innocent and living freely on a farm, where the only type of pain I felt daily were scrapes and bruises from rough housing around.