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Last night I stayed awake thinking of farm names. Thinking about what I would do first on the future farm of dreams.
I think I’ll put in an herb garden. Yes. Before anything else, I’ll transplant my herbs.
I drifted off to sleep last night envisioning how I would assign spots to each plant.
Lavender next to….Rosemary? Hmm… No. Rosemary next to lemonbalm, which will be next to catnip and agrimony and hmm.. where to put Comfrey that it wont over propagate….
The first thought on my mind this morning was thoughts of slipping on a barn coat in the wee hours of the winters to milk a goat with enough time to make breakfast and coffee before Seth heads out the door for work.
The barnyard will be still, the only sounds will be of animals stretching and finding one another in the early twilight glow…warm muzzles and soft noses breathing out billowy clouds like tame dragons. The barn cats blinking away darkness while stretching long claws into straw.
It was a thought that warmed me. Some of you might feel similarly about mornings in that you like to wake slowly. Perhaps you prefer minimal talking until the haze of sleep drains from your eyes and your muscles have shaken off the feeling of rest and begun to warm up to the idea of movement. I find that waking at the last minute to the sound of shrill voices inquiring about breakfast can sometimes be jarring, how little hands tugging on my robe as I stare into the cupboards trying to remember what I was looking for in my early morning stupor is abrupt and seems to put me on edge . I could wake an hour earlier if I had a good reason, a reason that I couldn’t push the snooze button for without consequence. I wouldn’t leave a full utter-ed goat for a few extra moments of sleep, and once the morning air had reddened my cheeks and the smell of dirt and dew had awoken my senses, I am certain I would have a more cheerful outlook on the days schedule.
Perhaps you still cant tell that I am an excitable person. I am. I am either an inferno of flames or a cold bed of ashes. I rarely simmer slowly like seasoned coals. It’s a trait I am working to balance out. But, I don’t feel ashamed of my zeal. I am a passionate person by nature, and I think in the right context it is a wonderful characteristic! And this farm dream of mine has likely been my record for keeping a fire burning strong.
Perhaps you passionate people out there will understand what I mean by saying that when met by opposition I am easily extinguished. If the road seems too long, too treacherous and perhaps full of potholes that look like negative feedback, I turn away in search of another brighter, cheerful road. In an effort to mature those weaknesses of mine, it would be best that I learn perseverance. And this is a dream I feel is worthy to perservere through valleys and hardship.
Around the home, chatter turns to land, home buying and things of that nature several times a day. Keeping the conversation audible between Seth and I helps me to keep my expectations in check.
‘So… what kind of ducks do you like? I like those Indian Runner ducks, have you seen them? They’re so quirky and comical!’
Indian Runner ducks. I love how they stand so upright!
Seth replies, ‘MMmm.. I don’t really them. I want something more traditional and really brightly colored.’
‘Harlequin? Cayuga?’ I quickly pull up images and descriptions of each
Seth: ‘Yeah, one of those. I like those. Can we get some of them?’
The graceful and iridescently green Cayuga duck
And so we continue to iron out the details, checking in with one another. Always keeping in mind the other person’s hesitations and requests.
And I continue to knit and create items for the farmers market coming up at the end of May. By summers end we should have an idea of what kind of property we can afford and when to make the plunge!!! It will be here before we know it!
And with further consideration I’ve decided on adding a ‘Donate’ button on my sidebar. The $ will go to a special savings account we’ve set aside for the sole purpose of raising money for “THE FARM”. The money will not be touched for anything but the farm. It will not, and this is my promise to you my friends, be used for anything BUT the Farm. You will all be the first to know when the withdrawal is made! As a thank you, I will do some series on animal care, natural home first aid, essential oil use and other hair-brained ideas that I come up with! Maybe… just maybe I’ll even do a video series. Or maybe the interwebs are better off not having my awkward face rambling off track about herbs and twigs and cauldrons launched into the infinite abyss!
I’ll keep the Farm Campaign button up till summer’s end and we’ll see what we’ve got! Does anyone know how to post a meter on the sidebar that can track our giving progress? Donate a dime, a dollar, 10, nothing or whatever your heart desires! I am hopeful that this year WILL be the year of goats, gardens and grace. And of course, ya’ll are welcome to come visit, milk a goat, eat some fresh strawberries and enjoy an evening of farm, food and some whimsical fun once we’ve made our farm purchase! And I want to preemptively thank you for your encouragement, support, cheers and advice along the way. I’ll need you to help me keep this fire stoked!
In the mean time I am going to be readying a little spot out by Seth’s shop for some Cayuga ducks…..