Buying the Farm

We've done it.  After talking and dreaming and discussing, we've bought the farm.  Literally.  I'm hoping we are much more successful in this venture than the figurative meaning of our action might present. 

Very soon, we will be owners of acres and outbuildings and a barn.  I'm excited and terrified.  In my mind, I see beautiful pastures and dark brown soil.  I see children running in fields and playing in a creek and falling laughing in the grass.  My fears taunt me with mud and cold and responsibility and complaints and never, ever being able to do anything fun again because the tractor or the horse or the land requires all that we have to give.

I think moving to the farm in the winter is a good thing.  I'm praying that learning to walk to the car in the garage away from the house will help toughen us.  Baby steps.  We'll have time to plan for the future with the raw materials in front of  us.  We'll be able to spend the next few months meeting neighbors, asking questions and preparing for the spring.  We'll be getting to know our extension agent on a first name basis.  We'll learn about our soil properties and our options for planting.  We'll discuss the grapes and the bees and the goats and make informed choices.  One at a time.

The best part is that we'll be doing it as a family. We all have dreams and visions for the white house farm.  It will be an adventure to be sure.  We are all ready and eager for an adventure that we can undertake as a family.