I love October. I love Fall. The baking, snuggling in the chilly air, and fun things like Halloween make the upcoming winter not seem so unbearable. Unfortunately, when my garden is dormant, my mind is wild. And by wild, I mean, chickens, bees, rabbits, new plants, bigger beds, new beds, and goats. Yes, I said it, goats. My hubby and I took our little one up to a local orchard and farm last weekend for a hay ride, pumpkin picking, and cider drinking. While there, of course we checked out the kids' area where you could feed chickens, a few goats, and a resident pot-bellied pig. Which brings me to my current predictament...the dream turned desire turned wishful think turned ACHE to live on a farm. I have a driving force in me that hurts because I want to be on a farm so badly. I thought this city gardening was fun and I guess rather chic for awhile. Urban farming is what they called it. I have enough land to do some serious farming damage and I really don't give a flying hoot what the neighbors think. What scares me is that people in the city are sometimes ruthless and I am reluctant to expose vulnerable animals to what could happen. I don't know when or how or where, but it must happen. So, right here, right now, I begin my plan. My heart needs this. For the record though, I don't know what I would do with goats.
and I grew these!