A Facebook friend posted this there. I thought I would share it here at FLAT CREEK ROLLING.
Take a little good Advice from an old Farmer:
Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.
Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.
Don’t judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life… Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Don ‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.
If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around..
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.
Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight,
he’ll just kill you.
If you notice the background picture of this blog you will see Flat Creek as it flows along toward the bluff the road is on toward our house. You will also notice the name change of this blog. It seems to be a bit more fitting than the name of this contributor to the blog.
I grew up on a farm along the banks of Flat Creek. That farm is part of the piece of land which my wife and I have ownership of; and have been given to care for for a while. We enjoy living where we live. We can hear the creek as it flows; and at times we can see it as we sit at our dining room table through the patio door.
I think the name change is a positive thing.
Enjoy, be blessed as we write of living along the banks of Flat Creek.
I was raised on a farm which has raised cattle, both beef cattle and dairy cattle. It just seems to me that they have gotten much more stupid over the years. Though I no longer have a thing to do with the care of them, they tend to be around our house more than I like, and they have messed up a few things; like breaking off the faucet knob on our outdoor faucet on the backside of the house. That has been a few months ago now.
The stupidest thing that I have seen them do is work so hard to destroy a trash burning barrel to get to the ashes within. They have wallowered it out, and completely ruined a steel drum. It is not even usable any longer. What is it that they seem to crave about ash, and trash remains? There must be some mineral or something about it that draws them to the barrel.
We now have a dog which might be of some benefit in keeping them out of the yard. Most of all we need to get our fence finished. Hopefully, it won’t be too long and we can get that done; the cattle won’t be getting in the yard any more, and we won’t be getting the gun out to run them off. By the way; that gun is only a Daisy Red Rider air rifle; and I can hardly believe it “Made in China”.
Here along the banks of Flat Creek life is really interesting.