our old "view" |
The Boss went to work each day, fighting the traffic to and
from the big city, causing his blood pressure to rise to concerning levels. His
weekends were devoted to family, splitting wood and mowing the enormous lawn.
He built furniture in his spare time. I
was a stay-at-home-mom, homeschooling our two young daughters. I spent my “free” time sewing their clothes
and baking...and reading countless books to my children. We had several acres of
land, a few chickens, a couple of goats and even raised some pigs. We had embraced the homesteader lifestyle with the entire
family working together in our fairly large garden. And then we preserved the
bounty for winter. We took turns reading “back to land” publications like Countryside
and Mother Earth News and Organic Gardening.
But, we dreamed of the day we could have a bigger place and somehow the Boss could quit his commute. We had visions of a milk cow (okay, that one was mine), bigger gardens and self-sufficiency. We entertained thoughts of a home-business. And, I am pretty sure one little girl had a few dreams of a pony.
When opportunity came knocking (the chance to live and work with family on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley) we took it. Unfortunately, that didn’t end like anybody thought it would. The whole story was detailed earlier in The Change in Plans.
Long story short…the “change in plans” put us here on the hill. Not at all what we expected, but challenges of returning to our old life seemed insurmountable. There’s a reason for the old saying…you can’t go back again!
day of purchase-1997 girls marking corners of the house |
So, we took the plunge and started over. From scratch. From the ground up. Absolutely NO exaggeration!
"a leap of faith" |
While I am fairly certain our actions looked irresponsible
and foolhardy to some, we had given the whole change of lifestyle a great deal
of thought. We had met our goal of being debt-free, and before “the change in
plans”, we had a vision of helping aging relatives on the family farm. It
seemed we were where the Lord wanted us.
But, suddenly, we weren’t working on the family farm…or any
farm. Our new home was an abandoned
sheep field with little besides a septic field and perimeter fence. Any kind of
improvements and livelihood from farming were only going to happen if WE did
something, anything.
I would like to say we made a new plan. A great, workable plan with a predictable and
successful outcome. We did not. Our only plan was for survival. (and recovery from the biggest shock/trauma of our
lives) My greatest hope was that we were not somehow scarring our daughters.
That somehow they would thrive despite all the upheaval and drama.
We knew we could raise food. We would be able to provide for
our family. We knew our financial needs were few. We were debt-free and committed to staying
that way. We knew we had a lot of homesteading/survival skills. We could get by
with very little if need be. We also had
some marketable skills to fall back on. We felt we were up to the
challenge.
In some ways it was exciting to face the myriad of
possibilities of starting afresh. In
other ways, it was terrifying. I won’t
lie. I spent a lot of nights just lying
awake and praying. Praying that we
hadn’t made a horrible mistake and somehow, somehow this would all turn out for
the best.
Surely we could do this...
I mean, how hard could it be to start a farm from scratch?
Surely we could do this...
I mean, how hard could it be to start a farm from scratch?
the barn - July 1997 |
The mere asking of the question indicates just how very much we had to learn!
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similar shot 2011 |
for the entire month of November.
I can promise you stories of success...and failure and more than a few lessons learned the hard way. Click HERE to read more. I hope to inspire and encourage...and quite possibly amuse you with the stories that helped us get where we are today.
Thanks for reading!