Something has happened to me in the last year: I've gone from dreaming of living in New York City, crammed into a tiny apartment in the middle of constant noise to longing for farm life. I want land, livestock, more chickens than I can count, and dirt under my fingernails. I want Jacob to run around outside as far as he wants to and to come running home when I ring the dinner bell. I want to dig up vegetables year round to put on my table. I want to spend my days outside and I want to go to sleep with tired bones every night.
I blame these two nerds- Josh is a country boy at heart, Jacob is a boy who loves rocks and mud and moos every time he sees a cow.
(photos taken on instagram, find me at thefriendlyfox)
Wow that pic with a lot of blue sky is breathtaking. I love it.
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A Girl In Transit
i have the same dream....every now and then. normally when the weather has been good and we've been outside lots. then sometimes i worry i'd be lonely, and miss the ease of walking to a shop/coffee shop/friends house. it is a luxury i have a the minute. i don't like relying on a car...especially as petrol is so expensive!
ReplyDeleteit is a nice dream though, and one i dream about a lot ;)
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Can I join you! We could make a blogger farming village or something spectacular like that!
ReplyDeleteI hear ya! I think it's such a good way to live, not an easy one, but a fulfilling and rich one. Hope you can make it happen someday.
ReplyDeleteThat last photo is so sweet! How I wish that I could spend more time outdoors.
ReplyDeleteI always had a dream of becoming a farm wife. I think I've altered it a bit to being more of a well educated house wife with a nice yarn. Much more manageable don't you think?
ReplyDeleteGorgeous pictures!
ReplyDeleteWe are the same way! My husband wants to eventually buy farmland about an hour away. Our dream is to have a strawberry farm ;-) Right now we are lucky to have a townhouse with a decent backyard that I can plant flowers and let Judah play in the mud.
Also he says moo and mama and I always wonder if he thinks I am a cow? ha :-)
Hi! Recently found your blog, so cute! I love your barn picture! I too crave the farm living, not so mcuh the bones hurting dead tired part of it. I think for me it happened when I had my kids and thinking back on my own childhood in mexico and the freedom I had to run around and climb trees. The chickens my grandma had that I fed. Maybe I've romantisized it just a bit. :)
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