That was probably the most common question asked in my grandparent’s home. Where did the time go? They would be telling a story about a friend who used to live there, or the neighbor and her daughter, or look at how tall we had gotten and shake their heads and utter the question. This continued on through my children growing up, and even still, with Grandma gone, Grandpa shakes his head and says it again. Where did the time go?
I found myself the other day, as my youngest daughter had her wedding dress tailored, muttering under my breath the same words. It’s really all so beautiful, this life.
I have an amazing relationship with my children that I do not take for granted. Emily and I (and our men) have been talking about going in together on a family farm for some time now. I have learned better than to force it or hurry it up before the doors naturally open, but we are actively planning what we need to do to achieve this goal. All of my hair brained schemes (new businesses, new career ideas, etc.) are essentially routes to the farm. In my heart all I really want to do is homestead.
Emily and I talked yesterday on the phone about how much money we could save by staying home and working our family farm. We would be growing our own food (right now I grow four months worth of our produce (hopefully eight months worth this year), we are talking about chickens, goats, and I want to learn to fish. She went on to say how incredible it would be for her children to learn homesteading skills while being homeschooled and being so close to their grandparents. Growing up on a farm. This is what all of us have always wanted. For four years we lived that dream. We are ready to get back to it.
I love my little urban farm here. Solar powered, chickens, huge gardens, a farm dog, it’s good livin’ here. I am very grateful. I love donning an apron in the mornings. I love feeding the chickens, and gathering eggs, and watering the extensive beds, and harvesting weeds for salad. I love seeing everything grow, and the stack of wood on the porch, and the fruit trees leaf out. I love the look of colorful jars cooling after being processed in boiling water and listening to the pop-pop of the lids sealing the contents of summer within. I love going down to the cellar to bring up corn or tomatoes or jam or dandelion wine.
So, we plan to eat out less, put more money towards debt, start saving, keep an eye out for properties coming up, continue to dream. Whether it is here in this beautiful house in the city on a third of an acre, or on a larger family farm, this is the only life for me. And if I am going to shake my head and wonder where the time has gone, it may as well be in my rocking chair in front of a fire with a grandbaby on my lap on a family farm.