girl.meets.farm: Back to work I go

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Back to work I go

Going back to work is bittersweet. I am sad to leave my child. I will miss the smell of his hair, his sweet smile, the way he so intently looks at books even though he can't yet read the words.

But back to work I must go.

Part of me is excited to have some me time again. To drink tea with grown ups, and have adult conversation. I love what I do, and I am excited to get back to it.

But I will most definitely miss this smile.

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How it All Began...

In the beginning...

I am a girl, a city girl. A girl who has spent the last 15 years riding downtown city transit, and smelling exhaust fumes as I drink my Starbucks latte on my trek to the office. I am a city girl who loves the ballet, the opera, and the wonder of the theatre. I am a girl who adores the smell of hotdogs from street vendors, and the sound of buskers earning spare coins on the corner.

Quite sometime ago, I made the move to the suburbs. A land of station wagons and minivans. A world of neighbours who offer to help shovel your driveway, and grocery stores that still have bag boys. I became a suburban girl. I took the train into the city, caught up in the morning rush of commuters. I learned to like the big box stores, with their endless choices of merchandise, and the grocery stores as big as football fields with their promises of low low prices and their sea of colourful produce.

But then, almost 4 years ago, I met a boy. And deep in our hearts, we had a wee bit of country. It started with a shared love of country music, and cowboy boots. We took long drives in the countryside, and began to adore the tall maples which line country laneway's.

Over time, that wee bit of country in us began to grow. And so it began. The search for a farm. After a 2 year search, we found one. I am going to share our adventures with you here dear reader. So that you can laugh along with us on this crazy transformation to being farmers!