Thursday, July 28, 2016

The ranch.

Every single place I've lived I've grown things. 
Even the apartment.  It's just something I've done. Second nature. 

Could be that I got used to grandma bringing over mountains of produce from her garden. Or raiding moms garden as a kid.  Or the fields of potatoes we grew at the farm. Either way. It's in my blood. 

I've always dreamt of a huge garden. 
After 17 years it's finally become a reality. 
My current garden is 9,000sq ft.  Basically I do a jar of pickles a day. Choke down the feeling of terror when I think about harvesting those potatoes. And then just walk around with glee checking out the food I grew. 

I don't usually like cooking.  I do however love fresh produce.  Like fresh as in I picked it this morning and I'm eating it for supper. The colors are so bright. The flavour out is this world, and it smells, healthy, real and to die for. I can't help but imagine my ancestors and the prairie pioneers making the food I'm making and  I feel, connected to my roots, grounded. 

It brings out the super creative side of me and I think up all these amazing ideas. Which I usually have to put on the shelf. But, I don't anymore.  

I have a chance to make my love of gardening and growing things into a real business. Something I've always been passionate about. And something I actually love for a change. And something I can make a little money on, cause j really don't want to go back to an office job.  

I'm going to make teas and flours, and grow things. Im going to make cheese. I'm going to be an artisan hippie. 

And one day you will arrive at our farm and a flock of goats will greet you, the peacocks will squak at you, Blister the donkey will throw his water pail out of his pen at you because he wants attention too, and in the distance you will see the zebra, running with the horses.   I'll be walking around the house pulling off my gloves and hand you a carrot fresh from the ground.  And we will sit in the shade surrounded by plants and flowers and sip cold herbal tea I dried yesterday while we snack on frwsh home grown bread and butter, you will leave with your car loaded with fresh garden goodness and I will go back to work, getting Blister more water.