I had a farm of my own a few years ago and because of a heart problem I sold it and everything in it. Then one day I was going through old photos of the farm and I began to cry. I missed the country life, my farm and all the happenings that go with that life. So I began to think and dream once again of having a farm again. A small little homestead in a comfortable climate not to cold not hot. A place in a rural community, enough room to garden, have some chickens and enjoy the seasons as they come and go. Do a little canning, and learn a new craft or two.
Maybe I am just dreaming my life away, but that is how things start-with a dream.
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