A Farming Mindset
It’s times like this that I feel like we are actually doing this. By this, I mean farming, ranching, homesteading…whatever label you wish to attach to it. I am reluctant, almost embarrassed to call ourselves, or what we do any of these titles. I have so much “city” engraved in every part of me that I cannot shake the feeling that although my soul lives and breathes here on these forested acres, I don’t quite belong here. I’m a misfit to this beautiful land that I meld into with every piece of me; I don’t have the knowledge it deserves. I don’t know how to do the farming things that I really want to do here. My feet have been girded in concrete for all of my life (well except for the sand of the awesome CA beaches) but this dirt, this dirt that holds so much potential and promise is a mystery to me. (more…)
Build Me a Dream 