There is nothing like 70-degree weather three days after the pipes are frozen to get me dreaming of spring, and my fantasy farm.
I have a line on chickens. Two farms up, there is a very nice couple with a farm where they raise chickens, guineas, ducks, and geese. These people are like crack to me. What could be more exciting than farm animals with feathers? In April, they’re going to give me some chicken eggs and I’m going to hatch them in my incubator. I can hardly wait. If you’ve ever had a baby anything hatch out in your hands, you know what I mean.
I’m stalking another lady with miniature goats. I’ve talked to a few other people about horses and cows. Maybe I should get that fence finished first…. And, you know, build a barn. But all of that is finished handily in my fantasy farm.
Yesterday, we ordered a peach tree, a blueberry bush, and thornless blackberries. Thornless blackberries. Just had to repeat that, it’s so miraculous. (They’ll deliver the order in the spring when the time is right for our gardening zone.) I’m so excited. Our chicken neighbors? They’ve got grapes, too. I want some…. Maybe a “fruit section” over by our old derrick, berries on the edges, trees in the flat. Southerly exposure.
Kitchen garden near the house. Main garden….. Not sure yet.
This is our farm. It’s a fantasy right now, but it’s going to be real. There’s a peach tree, a blueberry bush, and thornless blackberries somewhere waiting to be delivered. Chickens not yet hatched. Miniature goats. A garden to plow. Fence posts that need wire. Grapevines to be started. The springhouse that I can almost see….. A house that isn’t done–but will be soon. Soon.
Don’t tell me it’s only January. Don’t tell me it’s gonna snow again. I am here:
(Our neighbors’ grapes, which they grow artfully on the wooden fence around their garden.)
Are you planning your garden yet?