we have started to talk about moving as when rather than if which is exciting. We have had a few clashes when he said he didnt care about interior design then ruled out my design. Apparently he likes simple things like white vanities in the bathroom which i absolutley hate white and prefer wood.
The other thing we briefly talked about (he never wants to talk about it, like it will just materialise) is what we would actually do with a farm. We have 100acres we need more than a few garden beds. I want chickens for sure. Then what? I have no idea how to look after livestock. My family are in sheep so we can get some of those easily, probably for eating as we dont know how to sheer. Cows? Pigs? What do you actually do with them? Then i thought maybe a milk cow. Fresh milk, but that also means we have to have someone milk her if we are away, and keep her in calf which means a bull too.
The whole idea is actually really terrifying to me. But its something i have always wanted so i am just shoving the terror away and gripping the idea of being a farmer instead.
So why do it at all? Well i hate the idea that as a society we have become 100% reliant on shops to keep us alive. Think about it, food, clothing, power, water. Everything is suplied by someone else. Why not have some self reliance so that we dont have to pay through the teeth just to live? Is it so hard to live off watertanks, or grow your own food? Really i dont think it can be that hard to practice a little self reliance so that i dont have to work in an office until im 60 just to afford to live.
Im starting to practice this at home. I dug out this garden bed last weekend it will house pumpkins and potatoes amoung other things. Heres to feeding yourself!
Both of our families have farms. My Pops is a sheep farm and BD’s parents have a small hobby farm. That’s where we spent our easter weekend, fencing. I had thought i would be back at the house in town so wouldnt have to worry about Rue but turns out we were all out there. It was hard not being able to help because i had to hold Rue.
Then i realised i had the portacot in the boot of the car. So we had porta baby.
He loved it! He was so excited to be able to get down and play. The field was full of thistles so he couldn’t crawl around but he thought his play pen was the bees knees. Then we put a sheet over the top to keep the flys and sun out. His cousin was happy to provide baby amusement.
I got horribly sunburnt because of course we took the car without the sunscreen in it. I managed to keep Rue out of it for the most part thankfully so he was only a little pink on his cheeks. The next day our biggest problem was keeping warm. Autumn weather is so un predictable.
Both my family and BD’s have ‘farms’. BD’s parents have a hobby farm with some cows and goats and my father and grandfather have large sheep farms. So for fathers day we decided to go out and see our extended family and visit the cousins and aunts and uncles. Rueben is the first of the generation on my side so there were some very excited cousins and my uncles and aunts were super excited to meet him.
The last baby on that side was my cousin who is now 12yrs old. There was alot of nervousness about holding him, i never really understood that. You dont drop things normally why would you drop a baby?? Anyway we got lots of cuddles and Rueben got to meet his Great grandfather. Not many people can claim that. He actually has a great grandmother (my side) and another great grandfather (BDs side and Ruebens name sake) but both are bed bound and i havent been able to get out to see them.
Rue did really well on his first night away from home. He missed his afternoon nap but thankfully did sleep that night. When we got back home however he has been waking more often at night so hopefully he settles soon. I really love the farm and am super glad that Rue was able to come out and see it. Its uncertain what will happen to it once pop isnt with us but he is healthy and i hope he is here for many years to come.
So happy fathers day to BD, dad and pop. Rue is well loved 🙂