A place where I can share my thoughts as I journery into homesteading/farming, self reliance, crafting, homeschooling, and any other adventure that comes my way.
Friday, March 25, 2011
I love warm mornings (my phone said it was 27) and the sun is shining bright. The snow is melting off of the roof and I am seeing more and more little birds in the trees. Days like this make me even more thankful to be where I am. I can honestly say that I never thought that I would be a farmer/homesteader type of person. Being self sufficient meant having a job and not having to live at home. Growing up we always had a garden and I wanted nothing to do with it. We always had a clothesline and it was more of a waste of time than a better way of doing things. The closest I came to being a farm girl was when we lived in an old farmhouse. Our livestock was cats, dogs and hampsters....oh and a fish tank. I've always been a country girl, but never a farm girl. My extended family was farmers. I would listen to stories from Granny and came to believe that I had been born in the wrong generation, but never in a million years thought that I would have mornings like these. My sister was visiting and gave me a huge compliment....she may not have known it but it was. She said driving to my house was like driving to my Aunt Guada's (who lives in the country, and has always farmed) and that she never thought that her sister would be a farmer. That reassured me that I am on the path to where I want to be. Anyhow back to the therapy part of the day...I have come to realize that there is nothing as satisfying as going out and watching your chickens and ducks come out of the coop first thing in the morning, or gathering up fresh eggs. Not to mention walking to the fence and talking and petting the horses to have them at least acknowledge your presence. Then to top it off before going inside to feed the baby...heading into the chicken brooder with the babies that you hatched and seeing them learn to scratch around. Watching them as they are growing and feathering out and realizing that you are a part of something bigger than just yourself. Mornings like this I feel as if I have taken another step towards some place that I never dreamed I would be. This may not be the life I dreamed of as a teenager or young adult, but it is the life I have a growing passion for now. I'm thankful to have a husband and family who are willing to help me fulfill those dreams, as crazy as they may seem to some.