Seriously, I want a farm. More than anything. it is seeping through my veins. This earnest desire to farm and work. Here is my dream-
A cute wooden farm house, the kind with a lot of small rooms, and lots of space. Maybe even a creepy cement basement that I can use as a root cellar.
A sprawling garden loaded with strawberries and pumpkins. Greens, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, and a special section for herbs!
A milk cow. I want a milk cow more than anything. I want to wake up at 4 am and milk the gosh darn cow. I want to make cheese and yogurt and use the cream for coffee and ice cream…homemade, churned ice cream.
Chickens! Glorious chickens! My favorite part of our stay at the McClenehans farm was going out in the early evening and letting the chickens out for an hour or so to do their thing. It was serene and renewing, just chilling with the chickens for that time. Watching them take their baths, observing the dynamic of the flock.
A beef cow and a pig. I want the pig for more of a pet, but we would eventually eat it. Pigs are cute. Theyre sweet like dogs, so this would be difficult. Maybe we would just have a cute little charlottes web pig. But the cow, he would be dinner.
Last, but not least… Alpaca. Beautiful, soft, loving alpaca. Google them! They are the cutest thing next to charlottes web pigs! I’ll raise them and sheer them and use their wonderful fleece to spin my own yarn. I will of course dye my yarn glorious colos and then beautiful mittens and hats and sweaters! (I’m off of the sock kick)
Oh wait, one more thing and the most important. I want children, lots and lots of children running through the forests and prairies, exploring and learning. I want our three children, plus all of the children we can bring home and adopt. Children form Russia, and Columbia, and Uganda and Haiti. Loving each other, growing together. Children of all shapes and sizes. I don’t see a number of how many, because that’s Gods business. But I see them all.
So basically, I want to be Amish. Seriously!!!! They have something going for them with their simple lifestyle. I want to work with my hands and make things from scratch, and turn off all of the electronic devices and just be with each other! I asked Doug to hang up a clothes drying line in the backyard for me. I could get one of those umbrella looking things from the 70’s but that wouldnt be Amish enough for me. I want a nylon rope strung up in my backyard! So when I ask Doug this, he looks at me like Ive lost my face. I try t explain to him the good and joy and peace that comes from that hard work with your hands. Yes, the laundry line will save money on the gas costs, but what it does for my spirit is so much more than that. We live in a day and age that everything is done for us, so we have more time to do ridiculous things, like stare at our phones, or watch endless hours of television dramas. I don’t want it anymore. I keep thinking back to that scene from Wall E when he is on the space ship and our generation has become overweight specimens that just sit on a chair with a screen in their face. Meals are made in liquid form and served to the people sitting in chairs. We were not created to be looking down at a phone during dinner. God created us to look into our children’s eyes, our husbands eyes, and talk to their spirits. Our hands were not made to microwave breakfast sandwiches, or put preserved toaster pastries into a toaster. They were made to form, and create using the beautiful food God gave us. I want all of this and more.
So for now, while being stuck in the burbs, I will continue my vendetta for backyard chickens in Chicago heights, I will plan out my urban garden in the backyard, and I will hang my clothes on my nylon clothesline. But all with the constant yearning and dream to have our own land. Land that our God created for us to be in tune with. Not just to use it, but to become part of it
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