This is a picture of me when we first got married and moved into our home 12 years ago. I've lived within a mile of this house we bought from my parents all of my life. But until I had my own land I never dreamt of gardens or wanting to do farmgirl things. I'd helped Dad here and there on the farm growing up. Once I even had a bottle fed calf but that was it. Now I can't look out my kitchen window without imagining the sugar maples (that I've yet to buy) all tall and glorious, full of sweet maple syrup. Or the milking parlour nestled between the goat pen and hay barn with organized shelves of supplies, an industrial gleaming sink and an elegant cooler full of cheeses and milk. When did I turn into a Wanna Be Farmer?
This past week I decided to forge ahead and buy wheat seed to plant so in the spring I could harvest it to make my own flour. I went to an agricultural store pretending I knew what I was talking about and bought winter wheat. I knew that much. But after showing my dad the 50 lb bag he said don't you need "hard" wheat not "soft?" So I had to take it back and exchange it. They don't usually sell hard wheat they said, since I'm guessing not many people want to make their own flour. When did I turn into a Wanna Be Farmer?!
I thought the little lambs would be here in October yet there's no sign of them. Determined to be smarter with the goats, thanks to my wonderful mentor, I will know exactly when their precious kids will arrive. This week I've been drug around the goat pen trying to catch a stubborn lady to give her a hormone shot after frantically calling my mentor 2 weeks ago to double check about the anatomy of a goats backside before we started the hormone/baby making process. When did I turn into a Wanna Be Farmer?!!!!
Last Saturday I celebrated my 33rd birthday. I did perform the ultimate girly fantasy of shopping till I dropped but the day wasn't complete without my trying out my favorite birthday gift; hot pink muck boots. I think I'm officially a Wanna Be Farmer.
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