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March 7, 2013

Five Minute Friday 

From Lisa-Jo Baker @,

“We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

This week is:



Big, swaying poplar trees and the echoes of mosquitoes buzzing through old screened windows. The never-ending drone of a creek flowing on the other side of the lane.

I grew up in the alfalfa field, sprawled on the warm sides of resting milk cows as hot summer sun baked us into a warm mess of bodies.  These were my home.  The gentle-eyed lumbering creatures that tolerated the awkwardness of a five year old urchin with fly away hair and an aversion to bath time.    The snuffly velvet nose of a red pony with flaxen mane and tail who endured my first attempts at rodeo with the patience of a saint.  A blue-ticked cattle dog, tan muzzle at my side, guarding me as I explored the dry, dusty  hills and discovered the joy and freedom one can only find on a lonely Montana hillside while the sky, on fire below you, turns bright green trees to stark black shadows painted on a purple, orange, golden sky.

To this day, I am home on any farm.

Although I live in the city, I am only home under  empty skies surrounded by this raw, uncivilized beauty, created by God, given to us.


  • So lovely. Montana is amazing and I’m a little bit of a farm girl myself (though not from Montana! 🙂

    • You can take the girl out of Montana… I think God speaks more clearly when we get out of the things our hands have made into the place where His hands have made…

      Thanks for coming by!

  • Beautiful! You painted a beautiful picture here of your home. I love being in nature and around animals. It sounds wonderful to me! Stopping by from FMF- a neighbor this week 🙂

    • It was my childhood home but still where my heart goes whenever I think of “home”. It was pretty special. Thanks for dropping by!

  • while i love the forest – i grew up in oklahoma. i miss the wide open skies and spaces. i get that here in this desert where i presently live… but not the green fields. all is orange, here.

    but at the same time… i’ve found that each can become home, if i’m willing.

  • Welcome to the party girlfriend. I’m so glad you are here. Great post. I loved reading. I don’t think a farm could hold you anymore though. You’ve got too much goin’ on. (snap!)

    • Oh, I don’t know about that. You don’t really know someone until you’ve seen them with hay in their hair and smelling of horse and kitten. 🙂

  • Beautiful imagery of your childhood home. A place that sounds like perfection in the midst of busy life. Nice to meet you through FMF.

    • @ Shelly, I do miss the quieter pace of the country. Welcome! 🙂

  • Heidi – I loved this and your imagery took my breath away – thank you it was a gift to read this.