A message from The Baby

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What I want to be when I grow up

 

    I was born in the city.  I lived in the city through my childhood, my youth, and my most of my adult life - the few years I've had anyway.  I never once set foot on a farm, I never helped my mother in the garden, I killed everything I ever attempted to grow.  And then a year and a half ago I left the city.  My husband and I packed up the kids and the dog and went to live in the country.  We left partly out of desire and partly out of necessity and we had no idea how it would go. 

    For a year and a half I have lived 20 minutes from the nearest town and 35 minutes from the nearest city.  I hear coyotes at night instead of the highway.  I hear roosters and cows and goats all day long instead of people and buses and airplanes.  I see stars at night instead of streetlights and stoplights.  It is a beautiful existence.  I even began a garden last year.  Things grew instead of dying!  It was amazing!  And then, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up...a farmer!

     This city girl wants to put on golashes and gloves and muck it up with pigs and chickens!  I want to dig in the dirt and grow vegetables and fruits and herbs!  I dream of a big red barn and a tractor and a greenhouse!  I never, in a million years, thought that I would want any of these things and now I can't wait to have them all.