6.07.2017

farm dreams......

I loved living in the city as a young adult, bartending, working at the little downtown drug store, walking and biking around, but after about 15 years of it, I longed for the smell of fresh cut hay, the friendly faces of the country, and the very visible starry nights that I had grown up with out in Jackson County, GA. Even though I HATED working in the garden with my grandma, and couldn't stand bugs and bees, I guess deep down, I was a farm loving gal. It was in my roots and as much as I might want to escape them, I would eventually go back to the country ... in a little house much like the one I grew up in complete with a wood stove and an attic fan. Those amenities screamed 'home' to me when I first saw them, and were honestly the biggest selling points of the house when we bought it years ago...
There is really something so appealing about living a more simple life. Not wanting for much, only asking for what ya need at Christmas and on birthdays.... Living on a big chunk of land that you can grow some of your own food on with chickens running around, plenty of space to explore, apple trees, peach trees, wild berries and plums... 

Some goals I want to achieve in the next few years are to have my own milk producers, grow or barter for most of my homegrown meals, build an outdoor bath, and screen in the back porch for outdoor dining in this little 900 sq ft circa 1904 farmhouse...
Removing myself from the hustle and bustle of downtown Athens, UGA gamedays, and student night life and enjoying my evenings volunteering at the local animal shelter, watching some tv with Christian, and then sitting outside for hours in my hammock gazing at the stars has been almost dreamlike...
Aside from it being what my soul needed, but didn't know it, there are a lot of things about the country that I absolutely adore.... For starters, you can pee ANYWHERE! Trust me, I have! Ha! Playing in the dirt is a pastime out here for both of us. It is comforting to be dirty, filthy, and sweaty. Makes me feel even prouder of our slice. The time of year when the hay is cut in the pastures across from the house....The smell of fresh cut hay is almost hypnotizing....The nostalgia I see in my sister's eyes when we are burning a brush pile...No words have to be spoken to know what she is thinking. I know her and my dad did this kind of stuff a lot. We just sit and watch the fire and are comforted with our own thoughts. 
I have been absent for sometime from writing here, mostly because of the unstructured status of things at the farm the last few months. My garden got pushed to the side this spring because of the animal rescue, and the neighbors have been a thorn in my side that is finally slowly extracting itself. Internal drama it seems, is the death of a lot of nuisances. Anyway, between that, the extra 20+ hours at the rescue the last several weeks after working full time a full time job, I have barely had time to sit and write, but that is changing now that I have an awesome crew of volunteers, scheduled volunteers, to help with the rescue! 

Well, I am now off to the rescue for some puppy love! Have a great evening!!
xo!
-s



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