It's been 45 days since we moved to what we simply call "The Farm". We didn't plan on moving, at least in the middle of winter. We always dreamed of a farm. Animals, large garden, no (crazy) neighbors. It was about a 7 year plan.
Instead it became a 12 week plan when we saw this place. Life works that way sometimes.
I now have a bigger house - with a dishwasher! - and barns to put animals. We added 9 more hens and just got 3 bunnies this week. More baby chicks are coming too. I ordered turkeys this past weekend. They'll make delicious Thanksgiving meals for three families, mine included, this year. And, once the turkeys leave we have a place for dairy goats.
I have a 1/8 acre garden, which I just ordered my last set of seed packets for, and, in which I discovered some overgrown apple trees this weekend. I have two greenhouses, long neglected, that will become my project this year. I'm returning them to use fullness and will enjoy fresh veggies all next winter.
My girls have space to run. The dogs have space to run without a leash. The cat has more moles and mice to chase than he really cares to go after.
My life...This life in the 513 got sweeter 45 days ago. I literally feel like my soul is lifting off with joy when I think of all I get to do this year at this farm. I'm full of joy. And I like it.
Here's a shot of the beautiful sunrise. I took this the other day with my phone, while waiting for the bus with my girls.
