My Lawn #farmlife #farm #laurafarms #lawn #field
There’s something about walking barefoot on a freshly cut lawn that instantly brings a sense of peace—especially when that “lawn” stretches out into open fields and rolling countryside. Out here on the farm, my lawn isn’t just a manicured patch of grass. It’s a blend of practicality and pride, a patchwork of nature and nurture, and a daily reminder of the life we’ve chosen to live.
When most people think of a lawn, they imagine a suburban green square, trimmed with precision and framed by flowerbeds. But here, under the wide blue sky and surrounded by acres of cropland, my lawn is more than a yard—it’s an extension of our way of life. There are patches where tractors have rolled too close, sections where wildflowers sneak in, and the occasional deer track marking an early morning visitor. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Out on the farm, maintaining your lawn isn’t just about appearances. It’s part of the rhythm of farm life. Mowing the grass around the house, barns, and outbuildings keeps things tidy, but also keeps snakes and pests at bay. Trimming around fences and machinery helps prevent fire hazards in the dry summer months. It’s a small but essential part of stewardship—caring for the land, even the small patches.
I’ve grown to love the process. There’s something meditative about riding the mower in wide circles, the scent of fresh grass rising up with each pass. Out here, you don’t hear the constant buzz of city life. Just the hum of the engine, birds calling in the trees, and the occasional lowing of cattle in the distance. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I’ll catch a glimpse of a hawk riding the thermals or spot wild turkeys poking through the far edge of the field.
In spring, the lawn explodes with life—green, vibrant, dotted with dandelions and clover. Summer dries it out and toughens it up, but the roots run deep, just like the generations before me who walked this same ground. Fall brings a new layer of color and calm, and by winter, the lawn sleeps beneath a blanket of frost, waiting for the cycle to begin again.
Every square foot of my lawn tells a story. That patch near the porch? That’s where my dog loves to nap in the shade. The edge by the barn? That’s where we grilled on the Fourth of July last year. And the wide-open section near the road? That’s where my daughter ran barefoot for the first time, laughing, with our cows watching from the fence line.
Farming isn’t always easy. It’s early mornings, long days, unpredictable weather, and tough decisions. But it’s also moments like this—watching the sunset spill golden light across a well-tended lawn, feeling the earth solid beneath your boots, knowing that your work, your care, and your roots are growing deep into the land you love.
My lawn isn’t perfect, and it’s definitely not fancy. But it’s mine. It’s a piece of our farm, a slice of our story, and one more reason I’m proud to live the #farmlife.
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