Since I was little, maybe four or five years old, I knew I wanted to live on a farm. I dreamed of rolling hills, trees, and white fences, and of course a barn full of animals that would keep me busy.
Though my mom, dad, brother and I lived in the suburbs, all our family lived in the country; both sets of grandparents gardened, canned, sat on porch swings, shot BB guns with us, fished from their ponds, and cooked from scratch. It was truly living the dream for my brother and me, every summer, all summer long.
I grew up and though I never stopped dreaming of the farm I wanted, I never saw it in my future. It seemed unattainable.
My husband is a dreamer. But he isn’t a dreamer by definition- he is a dreamer that sees a dream, sets a goal, and gets ‘er done. So, maybe he is in fact a “do-er.”
About 6 years ago he told me one day we could have a little homestead.
I couldn’t see past our current situation, and told him with 100% certainty, he was crazy.
But here we are; in 2015 moving into our dream home. (obviously we didn’t manage it alone!)
By dream home, I don’t mean what most people would define as a dream home. It isn’t brand new, fancy, or ginormous.
(It does have my dream front porch, a lovely kitchen with a window that overlooks the back yard where my babies will play and the chickens and guineas will run around, a big gas stove perfect for canning, and a big fireplace that heats the upstairs. That is my *DREAM*)
Those things aren’t important, but they’re a huge bonus when you’re living way out and trying to make your way to self sufficiency.
The kids love it; there is tons of room for them to run, play in the dirt, ride their bikes. They like picking tomatoes in the garden and playing with our inherited barn cats.
What is most important to the husband and me though, is that it our kids can mostly free range on our property, safely. We can raise our family on our own land to: hunt, fish, ride 4wheelers, garden, raise their own food, and learn how to appreciate God’s hard work. We can live slowly and simply without the busy rush, rush, rush of the rat race life so many consider their dream.
It is going to be a lot of work, but man is it all going to be worth it. I can’t wait to share updates with you all, as well as things I learn on “the farm.” We will spend the winter getting part of the barn in order for our chickens and guineas, expanding the garden, prepping firewood, and maybe working with fencing.
What to name a farm?!
We started calling it “the farm” after we started working on in the garden and yard this summer. I am trying to give it a real name, so far all I have really loved is The Forty Acre Wood- but that seems kinds silly. So we will see. =)