"But Uncle Henry and Aunt Em need me to help them," she added, "so I can't ever be very long away from the farm in Kansas."
He spent every evening tending his farm, as he called it.
He was raised on a South Carolina farm by a red neck father who didn't have two cotton balls to rub together.
Josh's mother and father lived on a farm within walking distance of Carmen and Alex – and from the farm where Lori and Josh lived when Josh died.
If you hadn't sold off all the farm equipment, you could have kept it brush hogged.
But I can't ask you two to take care of my farm that long.
My little Sabine farm is dear to me; for here I spend my happiest days, far from the noise and strife of the world.
I was more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
The farm house area was unlighted and as still as a tomb according to Howie.
A hundred years ago, there had been a homestead known as Thistle Farm there, but no remnants remained.
I imagine she figures if she gets Destiny, she'll get the farm and the insurance money.
He had no regard for the sentimental value of the farm where she grew up, nor any confidence that she was capable of running it.
If poor nations decide to pursue what I will call the Japan strategy, importing all their food and developing other industry, then they become huge fans of farm subsidies in other countries.
Is it for my own pleasure that I am at the farm or in the office from morning to night?
I asked my mother about visiting the country or a farm and she insisted I'd never travelled anywhere but here in New Hampshire until I left for the seminary.
You could find the farm house, couldn't you?
It was some distance from the farm house and he thought he might not get to it before it left.
A Colorado farm boy was found cowering from his father's wrath in the loft of a barn while a retarded Illinois ten year old was lured to the house of a local registered sex offender after being told his parents had sold him to the man.
It was a moonless night and the perpetrator cut the power, pitching the farm house into total darkness.
The home, now known as Eight Maples Farm, had been a gathering place for travelers seeking good music and refreshments, over two hundred years ago.
I'm sure some trusting farm folk will leave a door unlocked or a window open for my pleasure, for my endless possibilities.
If you tell me every little thing you know or even suspect, I'll just drive away and let you walk down the lane to one of those farm houses we passed.
She had not been reported missing because her mother lay dead in their small rural farm house over a hundred miles away.
I realized booze wasn't the recommended wash-down with my pain medication but I wasn't driving any farm equipment and I really needed a stiff drink.
I recall him talking about maple sugaring on a farm when he was a kid, Charlie said.
Of course, she doesn't want the farm either, so she'll sell that.
Carmen had worked with Josh's parents to reserve both the money and the farm for Destiny.
Until she was of age, Josh's sister, Alice, and her husband would live on the farm and maintain it.
Josh had purchased an insurance policy on the loan and it had paid off the farm after his death, so they would live there rent free.
If they broke up, she still had the farm she had inherited.
After Josh left the farm, she stared at the empty doorway.
I made the decision to work the farm instead of selling the place and getting a job at some factory.
Anyway, I didn't figure I'd be running the farm for a while.
But then, he didn't expect a woman to be able to work a farm... it wasn't natural.
The only thing on my mind is keeping this farm solvent.
I've been running a farm all my life.
For the right man, she might give up the farm and go live in the city, but children?
The only reason Alex was here right now was to help Katie run the farm - and maybe convince her to go back to Houston with him.
And yet, according to Katie, she ran a budding goat dairy on a run-down farm in Northwest Arkansas.
Alex wasn't likely to be much help with the farm, but it wouldn't do any good to argue the point with Katie.
Inviting Alex to visit this farm sounded more like a payback than a gesture of appreciation.