I suppose, when you are a geek at heart, that’s how most things start.
I bought Wilson The Self Sufficient Life and How to Live It. We’d been talking, that casual way that married people who are still renters talk, about Buying a House, which became Moving to the Country. And so I bought the book, because it was funny, we being two people who lived “downtown” and walked to work, who had a 30′ x 40′ backyard and a 10′ x 10′ garden that we never got going early enough to plant spinach or peas. We who owned the world’s neediest beagle and had no actually life experience with chickens prior to their having been killed and plucked most conveniently by someone other than us. You get the idea.
But we both loved food. I guess that’s where it really started, but as this is a blog and not a book, I’ll skip the prologue and suffice it to say that our lives revolve around food. Where it’s sourced, how it’s prepared and of course, the quest to consume the perfect meal. As much as we both hate the term, we are foodies of the Slow Foods variety. And what better way to be involved in real food than to grow it yourself. Raise your own meat. Dry your own beans. Can your own tomatoes.
But back to the book. Within the first chapter, John Seymour lays out what you can accomplish in any space; the city plot, the backyard garden, the one acre farm. And then there was the five acre farm, complete with chickens, ducks, a small orchard, plenty of vegetable plots, grain fields and even a cow. A cow!
That was it. We were in. And so the search began for the farm, which I quickly learned would be more of a farmette (living in the middle of horse country makes it difficult to find land over five acres without such million dollar amenities as a riding ring). But we found it. And we bought. And now we have to figure out what to do with it.
And so the real adventure begins, which I hope to chronicle here.