Home to the house I grew up in.
Home to the barns and corrals and fields that raised me.
(Yes, that is me riding a sheep. Ironically, his name was Henry and he was our pet for 11 years!)
But I'm not going alone.
I'm taking this bunch with me.
Already, word is getting out that we don't farm like everybody else. There's one of these up there and it's got the community talking.
On Monday, November 5th, I'm headed home to make my home. We're buying my parents' farmstead. We're moving our family and our business. Our current customers have no need to worry, we will still serve them as usual. We'll just be in a different location.
You might be thinking, "This seems a bit sudden."
These plans have been in the works for almost two years. Hubby and I had talked about moving for a few different reasons. I said, "If we're going to move somewhere, let's move somewhere that means something to us." So we called my parents and said, "If you ever want to sell the farm, we'd be interested. We don't want an answer now. Take a few days. Think about it, pray about it and then we'll talk."
The phone rang an hour later. "Nothing would make us happier than for you to take over the farm." According to Mom, Dad had tears in his eyes because his farm would stay in our family. My children are the 4th generation to live and work on that land. Until the day he died, he kept saying how proud he was that I and Hubby were going to take over the farm.
He knew we wouldn't farm in the traditional way and that made him even prouder. Every time he visited our farm here, he would want to see what we were doing. Asked questions and listened to our explanations. Provided encouragement.
It is sweet and humbling to take over your father's farm. To walk the paths he walked, to hold his tools, to open his gates. To take what he built and do more.
I'll share more of this physical and emotional journey over the next weeks and months. But for now, I'll be deep into boxes. If you'd like to help, we're packing the truck around 10am on Monday the 5th and unloading late afternoon at THE FARM. I promise there isn't as much as stuff as THE SALE.
You can go home again...I'd like you to come along!