I’ve always had a secret desire to grow something and sell it on the side of the road while wearing a a sundress and flip flops and holding a baby on my hip. What can I say? I dream big.
This will be the first spring since I have lived out here in the country that I haven’t had hyperemesis, a nursing infant, morning sickness or simultaneously a nursing infant and morning sickness. And as much as I love birthing and breastfeeding babies this is my chance to make that big dream come true.
I’m going to be a farmer. A flower farmer.
We have a garden area that is about a quarter of an acre. That’s a pretty big area. Too big for me to dig up manually. And though we have a tractor and hay equipment we don’t own a plow or a disc. So my very good friend Esther volunteered the services of her sweet farmer husband, Wayne.
Shortly after speaking with Esther, Uncle Mean showed up with his tractor and plow.