I want a farm so bad. It's all I can think about some days. I'm not looking for a working farm. I want a city girl farm....garden, chickens, a tractor I can manage and a horse. The slam of the screen door is what I long for...and the crow of a rooster instead of the robotic sound of my iphone in the a.m.
The desire has grown stronger since the kids pray for a farm every day. Last week Jett said, "Why can't we move to the house with the barn now?" Because God has to give it to us, I said. Jett's next question was, "Is He painting it or something?" Something like that, I told him.
Last night I finished The Secret Life of Bees. I realized why I can't stop thinking of a farm...this book is about that slow, simple life. For three weeks, I have read this book in my free time. My mind was landing on the simple life. My heart wants to follow suit.
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Well, you know my thoughts on this fellow farmgirl. Speaking farms...my jalepeno plant has more than 30 blooms on it waiting to become peppers. Woo hoo!
I am with you on that city girl farm thing. I felt the same way when I read Secret Life of Bees.
I just planted a 2x6 square foot garden. Everything has sprouted!
Next week the strawberries should be ripe here in the Pacific NW. I have it marked in my calendar to go pick a flat or two asap!
I will wear overalls all the time, 24-7.
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