This is the Farm.
It's been our home-away-from-home for years now, and definitely one of the most beloved pieces of earth I know.
It's where I shot my first deer and where I've spent many of my New Years Eves.
It's a celebratory place,
full of prize deer that will feed us in the winter,
lots of bonfires,
the best memories in the world.
Between the months of September and January, the Farm become especially sacred.
It's hunting season.
Anyone who knows my dad would say he is a hunter to the core.
You don't know my dad unless you know that side of him.
Hayden and I stayed back to finish homework (no rest for the collegiate)
but I snapped these before the men headed out for the afternoon hunt.
(Hayden scrambling to bring the dog back after she escaped to ruin the hunt)
(The one in the middle is Mama's contribution to the trophy wall;)
Spending time here was the best part about my Thanksgiving break.
It had been a while.
It felt good to be surrounded by fields and trees,
and no noise but the hidden wild life.
How did ya'll spend your Thanksgiving Weekend?