The farmer’s life for me
Once upon a time if you would have asked me where I wanted to live I would have said something like Boston, NYC, or San Francisco. Sometime during the eight grade I said aloud that I was gonna get a husky and move to Washington state. Needless to say I ended up in Portland, Oregon and it was the most magical place ever. I loved everything about the state and the town. Slowly I began to grow weary of cities, buildings, lack of grass, lack of trees, just lack of everything.
Then one day like a seeded flower something grew inside of me, over time I slowly came to the realization that I wanted, nay, needed to live in the country. It was on a trip to my local Mc Donalds, which just so happened to be on a very rural road, when the flower finally bloomed. The green grassy hills, the roaming animals and the small mom and pop farmstand quietly whispered to me that I was home. As the days, then weeks and then months went by that whisper became a steady strong voice.
I needed a farm.
This blended well with my family’s plan to move to France, and we ended up in a sweet small town, with loads of history and plenty of opportunities for a small family farm.
For me, coming to this conclusion has made me unbelievably happy. I understand there will be loads of work and I will need to get dirty but surprisingly none of that seems to scare me away.
Fun Fact: I hate being dirty. I am also a self-described “delicate flower.” I literally do not do “hard” work.
I want the sound of chickens in the distance clucking away as they happily lay eggs, pumpkins growing in the field filling my need to have fresh pumpkins for baking, and possibly canning the puree. Growing other veggies for a small market that I plan on running. In this market, we will only sell what we grow. Which makes me happy because I am itching to grow fruit and make jams.
If this whole Covid-19 situation has taught me anything it is this. We need to be more self-reliant and be more independent. It is wonderful to be a part of a community, however, when things go south as they have with this previous year we have to think differently about our futures. Knowing that I will be able to grow my own food, securing my children’s happiness, and provide them the childhood they are sorely missing out on due to the new normal, makes me feel I should have pushed myself a long time ago.
So, the future has been accepted. Life at my job hasn’t been as wonderful as I had hoped but that is ok, I am off to a new chapter! As the British say, Onwards, and Forwards.
(not affiliated) One show that has solidified my need to be on a farm has been the show Clarkson’s Farm now streaming on Amazon. Watching his struggles and successes has made me need to get dirty and get super organized as I usually am when it comes to my things!