Your experience in the hay field reminds me of the days helping hubby hay. Shorts are certainly not appropriate!! One day, the knotter on our old baler was not working and we stood to lose a whole field of hay (several hundred bales) so it became my chore to sit on the end of the baler and “trip” the knotter when needed. After several hours of tripping the knotter, I was completely grayish black from head to toe with hay dust. Only my eyes showing any white and ITCHY all over. How good that shower felt when I got home.
We have always been blessed with old equipment as hubby LOVES to take things apart and try to improve on the mechanism, sometimes with disastrous results. He should have been an inventor. Hubby would like to grow rabbits, but I know I could never eat them. We had to stop raising hogs as they can make you grow attached to them if you talk to them and scratch them. When butchering time came, I would hide in the bedroom until they were taken away to the butchers and then couldn't bring myself to eat them. I am such a whusss./p>
Anyway, most of the pleasure is in the planning, so here I sit, perusing seed catalogs, planning and wiling away a snowy day.<<<
You do get it.
Gardening is for dreamers.
Gardens are where I talk to God the most.......LOL, never waste your breath explaining to the preacher that you were not in church last Sunday, but were closer to God in the garden, he must not have been a gardener.
You can dream anything you want, with a good catalog.
Yes, I traded a nice home to move to the desert, and for the first year, slept outdoors, even had a stove out there in the patio and mostly lived in the patio.
We had a 26’ mobile, but it was not big enough for my kind of living.
I trained to be a florist. Today, if I need to send flowers to someone, or a family that has lost a loved one, I send a tree, or the money for a tree, it really does not matter if it goes into a fruit or shade tree, we need both here.
When I got sick, I was all set for getting into the old varieties of roses, so many of them cross over into the healing world and the rose hips are good food.
I am so glad you are living your dream, that makes all the years of work worth while.
Your husband sounds like my brother and husband.
I have Mary’s horse drawn cultivator, sitting out there in the yard, never had a horse to pull it, but Mary worked the farm with it and I have it now.
We grew rabbits, and I sold them frozen, several people bought them, until Bill said no more killing would be done by him.
During WW2, my dad grew them and sold them on the black market, as people would buy anything, to get meat, and his rabbits were not rationed on the black market.
Why not check with the 4-H groups or other children’s groups and see which breed they want to grow, maybe you can get in the “pet” rabbit business.
If times get rough, folks will be pleased with a rabbit dinner.
I do know how you feel about eating pets, but once it is in the freezer, after a few weeks, I quit calling it by its name.
I have had several pet pigs, I like them.
I am sitting and laughing at that. If you never plant you will never harvest either!!! Better get crackin' on that orchard!
This is my time for hanging up office clothes for garden clothes. I've been working part time at home for 3 years and more and more I'm growing enough to not NEED to do the office work. My goal is to gain enough self-sufficiency to not even have to think about office clothes ever again!!
I think when we find the house with acres to live on I will have accomplished that. Anybody out there reading please send us a prayer to find our place soon! Otherwise I'm going to be living in one house and taking care of crops at another house!