After hearing the question repeated at least four times "Is that a farm, Mommy?" the slightly confused woman looked down into her daughter's young eyes and spoke: "Yes it's a farm."
And there it was - clearly defined for us - we could finally acknowledge that what we have here is a farm. It wasn't just us calling it a farm in a joking manner - it was a proclamation, thought out and honestly expressed by a person we didn't even know.
We live in the suburbs along a popular trail that's heavily used by walkers, runners, and bikers. Our farm is visible to anyone looking, and we're close enough to hear conversations - some of which include comments about our house - I mean farm.
We grow food, tend bees, raise chickens (both for eggs and meat), have large compost piles, and prioritize our lives accordingly.
We don't sell anything, but we do share the abundance with friends and neighbors. We have a small house on a small patch of land (less than 1/4 acre), but here we are - living our lives on the farm.
Yes, It's a farm.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Gobbles!
Gobbles is a Speckled Sussex chicken. She is number two in the peck order, and is our most melodious chicken. Gobbles is a very attentive garden helper; The scuffle-hoe is her favorite foraging tool.
Gobbles is a Speckled Sussex chicken. She is number two in the peck order, and is our most melodious chicken. Gobbles is a very attentive garden helper; The scuffle-hoe is her favorite foraging tool.
