the new farm

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This year has been full of changes. The biggest, by far, has been the big move. An opportunity presented itself this year for Mr. Cassidy and I to move to our dream home. At first it didn’t seem possible but we found ourselves signing our names for our own slice of heaven before we knew it.

The only way to describe it is: a dream come true.

 

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The horses have come to live with us and we inherited chickens, an amazing garden, a grape arbor, an orchard, a pond, a hay field…and honestly the life I’ve always imagined for myself.

On one of the first days we were here during the chaos of moving I looked outside and saw our daughter chasing after the chickens. My heart felt so full at that moment and I told myself to remind myself of that image every time things got rough.

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It isn’t all sunshine and daisies. There have been fences to mend, the mess of trying to sell our old house, figuring out how to work irrigation and keep all of the animals and plants alive. It’s a lot of work but it is rewarding work. I love being outside with the animals and taking care of the property.

 

 

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One of the biggest surprises has been the chickens. I had no idea how much fun the chickens would be! I agreed to taking them from the previous owner only because my daughter has always wanted them and I figured it would be a good learning experience. Chickens are the best. Every time I’m outside they come running to greet me.

 

 

So overall, farm life is fantastic. I’m looking forward to learning the ropes more and producing more of our own food in the future!

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