Well, first off, thank you for stopping by! This whole blogging life is a new one for me, but hey, I am having a lot of firsts lately so why not add another!
You see, up until this week, my husband and I have lived in a nice little brick ranch on precisely one nice little acre. That home treated us well in the time we were there. Coming from a two- bedroom apartment, that acre felt downright ginormous. We had our house pets, and over time I couldn’t help myself; we added chickens and then turkeys, and since we had all those, we might as well add ducks too, right?
So you see, after a while we started to feel a little out of place on our not so secluded acre. By the time it was all said and done, we had pumpkins growing on top of our chicken coop and corn stalks lining the side of our house. It was time for an upgrade. What we needed was a farm!
Any sensible person would consider their situation and seek out a nice five, maybe ten acre spot with a nice home to settle into. So naturally my husband and I found 56 acres and decided that was the only place to be. Beautiful rolling hills, a house that needed work, but seemed passable for a decent dwelling(mind you I hadn’t actually been inside the house), barns, garages – what more did we need!?
We asked ourselves that question and the obvious answer was cows. By golly we were going to be farmers, so we needed cows! Fortunately, the 56 acres we had set our sights on, had two available!
Long story short, it took nothing short of moving a mountain, to actually procure the farm, but we were committed. After a number of frustrations and closing date reschedules, we signed the papers and moved the last of our belongings to Gentle Breeze Farm on Wednesday of this last week.
After three solid days of packing things up, driving, unpacking and packing some more, we were exhausted. Of course, that is also when we realized our new home was MUCH less a passable dwelling than previously anticipated…. and it was infested with fleas. That one shook us a bit, but so strong was our will to make this work, we joked about christening the new place, “Gentle Fleas Farm”. Our cats probably would take issue with that description. Actually, we were completely panicking. What had we done? The last night in our old house, having already packed our mattress, we slept on the hardwood floor. And yet, somehow we’d found conditions even less conducive to sleep. Fortunately, that first night of restless sleep did restore our weary minds and we got straight to work battling the foe at hand.
So far we have treated carpet and then ripped it right out along with the subfloor, mopped walls(yes walls) and painted primer over them. I found a whole new meaning to “not enough hours in the day”. But at the end of each day, I go out and get a good sandpaper lick from Charlotte the cow, and I am convinced it will all be worth it and this is just the beginning of an incredible new adventure. I hope you’ll check in to see what else farm life brings our way.