Becoming Kindred Blog

Adding to the farm

I've been in a busy, preoccupied state lately. The weather can’t decide between spring or winter and my moods seem to swing right along.  But the sun peeked out after what seemed to be weeks of grey and the warmth beckoned us out to play. Kathleen wore her rain boots for the first time and was so very proud. Now it's gotten cold again and there is supposed to be a snow storm tomorrow.

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We’re planning some new additions here in the next few weeks and I’m so very excited but so very, very nervous and have been a little stressed. Mid-April, we will truly be a little farm once we are joined by a sweet Highland Jersey cow named Sugar. She will come with her new little calf that the girls have already asked to name Spice. (I'm quite sure they will get several picture filled posts of their own once they come.). It’s been a dream of mine for a long time to have a milk cow and now that it’s happening, I’m feeling thrilled and overwhelmed.  We’ve got eggs from our own hens in the incubator to add to our flock.  There are lists of seeds for this year’s garden and an order for several fruit trees. We were given enough windows to build a gorgeous greenhouse.  Dan’s summer calendar is filling with bookings for photography and music (he’s even doing a little music tour with his brother in law Darin). And mixed in all that are threads of "What if I/we can't do this?"

I’ve always been a dreamer; I suspect that I at times drove my mom wild with what she often referred to as having “my head in the clouds”. Dan and I together, well, we’ll just say that we dream big. That’s what brought us to Nova Scotia and it’s no surprise that people often think that we are crazy. Yet, big dreams on paper are much less work than dreams in action. I can draw up beautiful plans for amazing gardens and I can visualize this pastoral image of a cow and her calf grazing in the field next to the sweet little pony that the girls were given. I can pin cute little barns and daydream about picking and canning fruit from my own fruit trees. And then I can snuggle Kathleen a little closer as I enjoy an extra hour of sleep. The dreaming doesn’t take a lot of work and it doesn’t include mucking out pens and weeding garden patches. It doesn’t include a milking schedule that gets me out of bed and keeps me at home. That music tour that Dan has planned? Usually, we would all just hop in the van to go along for the ride, but this summer, I’ll be staying home.

I don’t want to sound negative when really I am super excited and most of the work that I listed is actually stuff that I really enjoy doing even mucking out pens (except on those really cold days in winter when it still has to be done.). I’m really glad that we made the move and choice to spend our life this way but I’d be totally dishonest if I didn’t say that sometimes I’m tempted to stay in dreaming phase that is more portable and allows me to just pick up and go. Sometimes I like the orderliness of pinning images of all my dreams as other people live them. It feels more comfortable and takes less commitment and self-discipline. But, then my bottom gets sore and my vision starts to blur. I realize that I just zoned out while Cecily asked me for the fourth time for a drink of water.

I just keep thinking that we're being given a beautiful opportunity to take what is in front of us and to live the dream that we've been given. Not to live it in way that is self-focused but in a way that is open handed and giving while enjoying the treasures and growing in the challenges. To embrace life with it's messiness and imperfections. But, oh it just feels so big and new and scary sometimes.

Did I mention that the girls were given a pony? This is Max and he is a gift from Grandma and Papa. Isn't he just so cute?

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