Our children are coming for the weekend and Doug and I zoomed around in our convertible looking to see what farms near us would be open that we could take them to. Our kids and grand-kids love farms and who doesn’t love a good apple fresh off the tree and a bumpy hay ride?
We moved to the country. To land of our own- not rented- that is zoned for agriculture. We are surrounded by the friendliest folks you can imagine and surrounded by majestic views. Walking through the farms, we laughed at the chickens, talked weather and crops with the farmers, and found ourselves at home here. We live in a place now where we will be able to grow pumpkins really well. We live in a place where tourists arrive from all over the state to pick and purchase produce. Wineries, farm stands, and orchards abound.
After nearly seven years of pursuing farming (and often feeling like a failure), I think we are finally at the farm we dreamed of! Blank slate for sure, but here we are. We can see the baby goats playing with our dog in our minds, the chickens free ranging near the garden, the apple trees in bloom, the kids picking out their own pumpkins, the homesteading classes in my kitchen, women with wine glasses laughing while making cheese. By god, we might be sitting on our dream. We are not done yet. Looks like Pumpkin Hollow Farm (and Farmgirl School) are just beginning.
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