Holy Goat Chicken Momma!
Ok that was a bad Batman reference. But seriously my dream of having a farm is a reality. The good, the bad, the ugly are all very real. The struggles and the successes are all happening NOW. For those of you who have been with me through the years, what tumultuous years they have been, are you as excited as I am? Chickens, goats, garden, herbs, eggs, compost, dirt, dogs, and kids are all right here, not just within my grasp but I am holding on to it.
I know I am crazy. Wild most days and all over the place. I guess it could be said that it is all part of my charm. That goes right along with my sarcasm, odd views on life, and low tolerance for stupid. As a friend nick named me years ago, I am the modern granola girl. Much less a girl these days, more of a strong, independent woman. Playing 70s rock, writing as if I am having a full conversation with my readers, and just enjoying being.
The road here is littered with large losses, my husband and most recently my dad. Job changes, nursing school, and gains. Whenever I am asked if I had the chance to do it all over again what would I change. #1 I wouldn’t, my heart couldn’t take some of the losses all over again. #2 I have no desire to change a damn thing. To be completely cliché, hind sight is 20/20 and it has taught me a lot of lessons. I am totally satisfied with who I am at this very moment.
What makes my home a farm?
The livestock, outbuildings, garden, and so many other things. I am creating a small family farm with the intention of feeding, caring for, and supporting my family. Will the farm actually support my family? Not on its own, lucking I have an off farm job that I love.
It is definitely providing a lot right at this moment, except eggs and soon produce. I haven’t bought eggs at the store in months. Actually there have been a few weeks where egg sales have helped us make it through to payday. Soap and lotion sales as well. A farm isn’t just working in the field, tending the animals. It is a life style, it is a being apart of the land. Now someone who has 100s or 1000s of acres will tell me I am at best a hobby farmer. If that is what I am then so be it. I don’t feel that way. But as the saying goes opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. I believe that there should be a return to smaller communities and small family farms.
Industrialization of agriculture and all that is a conversation for another day.
So for now it is time to get back to chores and maybe, just maybe get a little fishing in this afternoon. All work and no fun makes for a boring life!
Light, Love and Peace