This is where we left off in 2011. Ripe, juicy, delectable raspberries. A successful year at the farmer's market in 2010 had yielded dollars as well as knowledge. Aren't they pretty? But then....
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| JUST Yummy Raspberries. |
We got side tracked. Distracted. Met other priorities. Whatever you want to call it, we weren't farming. Husband and I, plus Thing 1 and Thing 2 (also known as our 2 teenage boys). So as we stepped out onto our 23 acres January 1st of 2015, we decided to....well....what? In the illustrious words of LL Cool J....don't call it a comeback, let's call it revisiting our roots. Literally. Because as seen below, we have a whole lot of roots, attached to full grown trees a little bit of overgrowth to evict from the hoop houses before we can do ANYTHING. Time to call on the old Ford Tractor to bail us out.
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Oh gosh darn, this is our farm in need of rehab. |
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| The hoop houses....in as-is condition. |
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| Made in the USA trusty Ford |
Pretty dusky out this morning. But when I close my eyes, I smile. I see sunshine, and bumble bees doing their job and us laughing as we work. Like we used to. And will once again. Because there's a whole lot that's right about sunrise and sunset on the farm.
Smiles!
The Unexpected Farm Girl (Erika)
