New Beginnings

It seems we have reached that poop-or-get-off-the-pot moment. I've been dancing around the idea of actually becoming a "farm" vs. a very expensive personal petting-zoo. I've spent the almost 3 years since we moved here from our lovely city neighborhood, dreaming of being the kind of person who grows her family's food, her yarn, and her fresh cut flowers. And makes cheese...lots and lots of cheese!

I had the typical city-girl, romantic vision of the smart, tidy farm. The reality is that livestock smell. I always seem to be acquiring piles of random things that might prove to be useful, and I have no idea where to put them. But, I also have a sneaking suspicion that I will never be that kind of person. For one thing, I'm way too lazy. For another, it really needs to be a shared vision and at this point it is just an individual one. But, the biggest, most frustrating obstacle that I face is that I don't know how to do anything. And even if I did, I don't have any the tools needed to do it.

So, I've been frozen. Unable to commit one way or the other. Now, I've decided. I'm in. I want to see who I can be and what I can do.