Our first farm spring was a very anticipated event. We had two bred does that we could not wait to see babies. Our plans for our garden dancing around in our heads as we drew neatly out on graph paper different designs and arrays of plants that we would soon be planting. Searching the internet was a non stop adventure, as it what too cold and wet outside to really want to do anymore than was necessary. At any given time throughout the day, one of us would be online looking up, "how to help a goat have kids", "when do I plant my corn?", "which vegetables grow well together", the list is endless. Its amazing that the world survived this long without the information super highway, LOL. I mean really, "when do I plant my corn?", that's how much, not a farmer, I was when I started out. The location that we had planned for the garden looked like the former owner had a above ground swimming pool there. It was a large circle of deadness. However it was in the perfect location of where we wanted to start our vegetable garden. Due to having no activity on the land for at least 3 years, we decided to bring in some topsoil and til the area out nice giving us a good start. After that initial building of the garden we have not had to add nothing to the soil there and it is amazing soil. Between cleaning out the goat shed, chicken coop and letting the pigs live in there for the winter the soil is now very rich. The day the Lord provided for us to prepare our garden was nothing short of exquisite. The sun shone brightly on us, providing a mild mid 70's type temperature. My grandma from Montana had driven out to visit us and as always was a huge help. Grandma knows quite a lot about farming. She not only ran the tree farm for all those years but she grew up in an era when growing a garden was not a hobby but meant the difference in whether or not you ate. So the whole family, three generations, worked the day on tilling, raking and leveling. Side by side, hands in the dirt. We taught and learned lessons about how God has provided the exact right amount of factors for these plants to grow. We heard stories from the past that Grandma remembered. We looked forward in the future to see what our little place may become down the road. All and all it was a perfect family getaway spending time with one another under a pleasant spring sun, preparing for the busy days ahead.
Describes our family journey from duplex dwelling city folk to a full fledged farm family.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Our first farm Spring
Our first farm spring was a very anticipated event. We had two bred does that we could not wait to see babies. Our plans for our garden dancing around in our heads as we drew neatly out on graph paper different designs and arrays of plants that we would soon be planting. Searching the internet was a non stop adventure, as it what too cold and wet outside to really want to do anymore than was necessary. At any given time throughout the day, one of us would be online looking up, "how to help a goat have kids", "when do I plant my corn?", "which vegetables grow well together", the list is endless. Its amazing that the world survived this long without the information super highway, LOL. I mean really, "when do I plant my corn?", that's how much, not a farmer, I was when I started out. The location that we had planned for the garden looked like the former owner had a above ground swimming pool there. It was a large circle of deadness. However it was in the perfect location of where we wanted to start our vegetable garden. Due to having no activity on the land for at least 3 years, we decided to bring in some topsoil and til the area out nice giving us a good start. After that initial building of the garden we have not had to add nothing to the soil there and it is amazing soil. Between cleaning out the goat shed, chicken coop and letting the pigs live in there for the winter the soil is now very rich. The day the Lord provided for us to prepare our garden was nothing short of exquisite. The sun shone brightly on us, providing a mild mid 70's type temperature. My grandma from Montana had driven out to visit us and as always was a huge help. Grandma knows quite a lot about farming. She not only ran the tree farm for all those years but she grew up in an era when growing a garden was not a hobby but meant the difference in whether or not you ate. So the whole family, three generations, worked the day on tilling, raking and leveling. Side by side, hands in the dirt. We taught and learned lessons about how God has provided the exact right amount of factors for these plants to grow. We heard stories from the past that Grandma remembered. We looked forward in the future to see what our little place may become down the road. All and all it was a perfect family getaway spending time with one another under a pleasant spring sun, preparing for the busy days ahead.
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