Today, I delivered a fresh round bale of fescue to Gus and Tia. That simple act—delivering nourishment to my animals—sparked a deep sense of peace. Farm work, with its rhythm of chores, grounds you. The weight of the bale, the dust on my boots, the soft nickers of grateful horses—it’s meditative. There’s no room for overthinking when you’re hauling feed or mucking stalls; the world narrows to the task at hand. Caring for animals is a privilege that fills your soul. Their trust, their quiet companionship, their reliance on you—it’s humbling. Few things in life rival the reward of watching them thrive under your care. In a chaotic world, the farm offers serenity, a place where hard work and love for animals weave together, creating moments of pure, grounding joy.
The Chill Barn 