Thursday, August 11, 2011

vicarious farming

We don't have a farm yet.

I like to say "yet" because it gives me the sense that it's coming. Down the road; on its way. I've wanted acreage and horses and dogs and chickens my whole suburban life. But in reality, I don't know if "yet" really is down our road or on its way. And to tell the truth, I'm not even entirely sure how I feel about that.

Part of the problem is cashflow, of course, but that pales in comparison to the problem of the schism in my brain. For example:

I want to live on a farm; I want to live downtown.
I want to be way out of town; I want to be able to bike to the grocery store.
I want to live in a 200 year old house; I want to build a sleek, minimalist, eco-friendly place.
I want to have animals; I want to be nomadic all summer while school is out.
I want a huge garden; I want to be nomadic without the garden dying while I'm gone.
I want to stay here forever; I want to move around and abroad.

See what I mean? And that's only a small taste of my dream extremes. I shot the whole long list at my husband the other night, when trying to explain why I don't mind renting at present, since I have no idea where I'd want to be otherwise, and he was stunned.

"I think you think too much," he said.

No kidding.

But in the meantime, while I try to sort through this muddled brain, we're enjoying vicarious farm life at community gardens and local farms and the county fair. And for now that's definitely good enough.


  1. If you ever want to build a little farming commune, I am TOTALLY IN. I share this same fantasy/quandry.

  2. This is a great list. I can relate, as you know.
    Funny enough I had a similar conversation with Brad yesterday about my conflicting desires. What to do? What to do?

  3. I feel the same way! And count me in at the farming commune.

  4. and there's another one:
    I want my kids to just run out and play with everyone; I want to hand pick everyone they play with.

    a group farm with you guys is the perfect answer to so many of my problems. come on over -- colorado is perfect.

  5. Well said, Allyson!

    Having lived on a farm for a brief stint, I think that single-handedly being responsible for the fate of a large number of plants and animals might test the limits of my sanity.

    BUT, sharing in that responsibility with others... I'm completely on board with the farming commune.