Everyone I know is overwhelmed with life these days. How do we fix it? There is nowhere left to run, there is nowhere left to turn. Every decision requires copious hours of research and choices are many times very limited. We are all so tired of just trying to live.
Hug a dog. Kiss a chicken. Smile at a stranger and hold the door for someone. It helps.
Boycenberry Farm
- About Boycenberry Farm
- Boycenberry Farm is 29 acres of fascination. I have three dogs, three goats, guinea birds, chickens, a cockateel and a leopard gecko named Demo Dickie. I also have an abundance of wildlife and visitors. I own the farm and my name is Sandy. If you are wondering about the spelling of the farm's name, here's the story. My father's name was Boyce. He was named after the doctor who delivered him, Boyce Snapp. He was born in a two story farm house in Piney Flats, TN. My mother came up with the name Boycenberry. Since they are both gone now, I decided to remember them both in the name of my little farm in our beloved mountains.
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