girl.meets.farm: Time to Move!

Monday, September 1, 2014

Time to Move!

Well, after weeks of deliberation, and moments of "OH MY GOODNESS WE MUST BE CRAZY!" we have decided to sell our 50 acre hobby farm....to buy a bigger house!

It's all so very exciting.

With a new little one on the way, and with our ever growing love of farming - we think it's time to make the move to a larger home. While we could stay here and renovate, it would be very hard to do an addition with two small people underfoot. I am ambitious at the best of times, but the idea of trying to do a major addition and keep two small children on schedule...well I am not that ambitious. I think it's time for us to make life a little simpler until the children are older.

So starting Monday we begin that stressful time known as "keeping the house clean for showings with a toddler"! This farm has been so wonderful, and it was a perfect introduction to agriculture. For someone with horses, or wanting a small hobby farm it's ideal. But it's time... I am seriously going to miss this place. The views have always been breathtaking. It has always felt a little magical. I mean, where else do you get DOUBLE rainbows on a regular basis??

2 comments:

Fiddlehead QuiltzJanuary 17, 2015 at 8:59 PM
Wow you're moving to a bigger farm, crazy!!!! I've been following your blog for awhile now, and was sad when you stopped for a while, but now your back!!! I know you are extremely busy!!! Good luck in selling/buying! I really enjoy this blog!
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GirlJanuary 29, 2015 at 6:21 PM
This was truly the most delightful comment to find today! Thank you! I needed to hear this. :)
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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!