Now that we have determined that we are not moving for a few years at least and the hundred acre wood is out of my grasp currently, we are going to stop looking at this house as “someone else’s”. Who cares if we are renting? It is our home and we really want to homestead, so this is going to become our homestead.
I am going to quit my whining and paint the garage red like a barn. I am adopting alpacas and goats (before the rules change in town!) and I am going to continue enjoying my chickens. A fence will be put up to separate this area around and behind the garage. Two alpacas and two goats (I don’t know where they are presently.) will share the space and use the garage as housing. This will inspire me to get rid of all the crap currently holding residence in said garage! According to the USDA standards and my own gut feeling, this is enough space for four smaller animals. I could always open the door to the garage that exits into the main yard, and if they promise not to eat my half dead fruit trees, they may come out and play with the greyhound and the chickens and have lunch on the deck with us. (Our animals aren’t spoiled or anything.)
I was telling Nancy as I showed her all of these ideas that I feel like either I just opened my eyes or God just showed me what we have. Doug said under his breath, “Or both…” My friend, Kim, mentioned that she lives on 1.7 acres and is not allowed to have animals. We wrote down our “perfect parcel of land and its proximity to towns and amenities and requirements and such, and save for the lack of well and acreage, everything else matches this house. I am able to do everything I want to do on this property!
Doug put up this nifty rabbit fence from all of the metal panels we found behind the garage. It lends a rustic air to my garden, don’t you think? The beds are absolutely full of good stuff and as you can see, many things are already coming up. The problem is, I am out of room. The beds are fantastic, after a mere year of compost the soil looks good enough to eat. But the square footage is coming up a smidge short to provide for the family and do market growing.
The front side yard might make an awesome corn field or fancy English garden…just needs a bit of fencing. The deer love them some gardens around here.
Front right side of the porch seems that if a fairy godmother came along, she could turn this into a pumpkin patch. Wouldn’t it be tremendous fun for trick-or-treaters to walk along the pumpkin patch on Halloween?
And finally, the front left side of the front yard appears in my imagination as groups of lush herbs, carpets of sweet smelling (deer proof) culinary and medicinal herbs; an Apothecary garden for my work. This would clear out a lot of space in the garden beds if I moved all of the herbs out here. The beds could then be reseeded with more delicious greens and more tomatoes!
We need a farm name. We are hitting the farmer’s markets and are changing the look of our shop and it would be nice to have a name. Nancy and I and our daughters, along with hubbies in the background, are the Farmgirls, but each of us should have a farm name to show different products like her goat’s shares and my yarn. We always thought that Cuddlewell Mission was a cute name, but it would better fit a New Mexican adobe. We thought the “fill in the blank” acre wood would be cute because Winnie the Pooh lives under the name of Sanders, which is our name. However the Two Thirds of an Acre Kind of Wood doesn’t really have that ring to it. We thought Silly Chicken Farm, but we don’t want it to sound like we are selling chickens.
So, friends out there….what would be a good name for our not quite rural acreage, not quite urban, thirty animal, medium sized organic farm?