"Echoes" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Once upon a time, there was a small family-owned farm in the Northwoods. The mother and father, Emma and John, were strong, good-hearted people who poured their love into the land and their family. They raised seven children on the farm, five girls and two boys. As the girls grew, they affectionately nicknamed each other after the farm's beloved cows: Dolly, Libby, Tina, Ruthie, and Gertie. The boys, Jackson and Benjamin, escaped the tradition and were forever known by their given names. To the next generation, they became Uncle Jack and Uncle Ben.
Life on the farm was filled with adventure. The children raced horses through open fields, jumped fences with reckless joy, and tended to the cows and sheep with diligence. Winters were cold and harsh, but summers were warm and bright, bringing endless days of play and work. In many ways, the farm was self-sustaining, a world unto itself. The old farmhouse, sturdy and welcoming, was kept warm by wood-burning stoves. In the kitchen, a large black wood stove radiated heat, filling the home with the aroma of freshly baked bread and hearty soups and stews—nourishment for the growing bodies that called the farm home.
Faith was a cornerstone of their lives, woven into their daily existence. It was not just faith in the land and the seasons, but in each other, in the values they upheld, and in something greater than themselves. Their belief in hard work, kindness, and moral integrity was matched by a trust that what was planted—both in the soil and in their hearts—would grow and flourish.
As time passed, the children grew up and moved away. Some ventured into big cities, others pursued higher education and built successful lives in various ways. Some, drawn by their roots, went on to have farms and families of their own. Each carried with them the lessons learned on that farm—the value of hard work, the strength of character, the importance of kindness, integrity, and faith.
Now, nearly a century later, the farm is no more. The house has vanished, and the barn stands only in remnants—its foundation the last silent witness to the life once lived there. Yet, in the quiet, the echoes remain. The stories, the love, the strength, and the faith nurtured on that land have not faded. Just as the seeds they once planted bore fruit, the values they instilled have continued to grow in new generations. What was once planted in the soil of that farm did not merely flourish for a season—it thrives eternally in the hearts and lives of their descendants. It is a testament to the metaphysical truth that what we sow, we reap, and that which is planted with love, integrity, and faith will continue to bloom beyond time and space.
~Wylddane
Life on the farm was filled with adventure. The children raced horses through open fields, jumped fences with reckless joy, and tended to the cows and sheep with diligence. Winters were cold and harsh, but summers were warm and bright, bringing endless days of play and work. In many ways, the farm was self-sustaining, a world unto itself. The old farmhouse, sturdy and welcoming, was kept warm by wood-burning stoves. In the kitchen, a large black wood stove radiated heat, filling the home with the aroma of freshly baked bread and hearty soups and stews—nourishment for the growing bodies that called the farm home.
Faith was a cornerstone of their lives, woven into their daily existence. It was not just faith in the land and the seasons, but in each other, in the values they upheld, and in something greater than themselves. Their belief in hard work, kindness, and moral integrity was matched by a trust that what was planted—both in the soil and in their hearts—would grow and flourish.
As time passed, the children grew up and moved away. Some ventured into big cities, others pursued higher education and built successful lives in various ways. Some, drawn by their roots, went on to have farms and families of their own. Each carried with them the lessons learned on that farm—the value of hard work, the strength of character, the importance of kindness, integrity, and faith.
Now, nearly a century later, the farm is no more. The house has vanished, and the barn stands only in remnants—its foundation the last silent witness to the life once lived there. Yet, in the quiet, the echoes remain. The stories, the love, the strength, and the faith nurtured on that land have not faded. Just as the seeds they once planted bore fruit, the values they instilled have continued to grow in new generations. What was once planted in the soil of that farm did not merely flourish for a season—it thrives eternally in the hearts and lives of their descendants. It is a testament to the metaphysical truth that what we sow, we reap, and that which is planted with love, integrity, and faith will continue to bloom beyond time and space.
~Wylddane
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