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Hackstock Family Farm
A V i s i t i n W i n t e r |
 Winter Displays Majesty in Special Places... |
 ...Even Around Routine Things |
 Always Work to be Done, Even in Paradise... |
 ...Getting Ready for Visitors |
 Welcoming Color, Even in the Snow |
 A Picture Postcard, Beside the Road |
 Whether Looking in... |
 ...or Looking Out |
 Even the Ash Tree Seems Dignified... |
 ...and the Woods Everywhere are a Magical Place |
 The Tractor is Patiently Waiting... |
 ...and the Spreader Still Unused |
 The Apple Tree Shivers |
 A Fork at the Driveway Crest |
 Trees Dressed in Winter |
 The Swing Sits Idle |
 People Walk Together in the Snow... |
 ...as Do the Tiny Creatures |
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The Hackstock Family Farm There are those who say that places have souls, just like the people who dwell within them. If that's true, then this is a place with a calm and restful soul and a joyous, welcoming heart. You can almost feel it waiting, patiently, for the next event to happen, to add the memory to the many others that already linger within. It is a place of character and dignity. A place of beauty. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," as the popular cliche goes. But beauty is everywhere, particularly here, if you just take the time to see it. |
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© 2005 R.L. Herron |