My childhood home was nestled safe and sound in the suburbs. On the weekends, however, we would go to this magical place... the farm. As a child, I got in all sorts of mischief dreaming there. I would sneak out into the pasture to wade in the creek, marveling over quick tiny fish, and listening to the deep bellows of the bullfrogs. I walked barefoot everywhere and was insatiably curious. (Some things never change!)
I stained my hands red plucking mulberries from trees, and greedily plucked sun-ripened grapes from their vines. I lured cows to the fence line, feeding them handfuls of grass and tried desperately to pet their noses. I relished the time spent in the cornfield, picking sackful after sackful of sweet corn. And dreaded picking strawberries! Some of my fondest memories are of picking apples and making cider on cool, fall days. I remember checking library books out about farming and planned which animals I would own. I loved the farm so much, and it loved me back. I just knew at that young, tender age, it would be my future.
Then I turned into a teenager. The farm seemed like an impossible dream. People were all too quick to point out that farming doesn't pay. I grew up, and I fell in love, and the farm didn't seem as important. I got married, got lost in life, and emerged on the other side realizing I wanted something vastly different than I had. I started learning about where my food came from, and it wasn't where I thought. It started small, convincing my husband we should have a few chickens. That grew into goats, turkeys, geese, ducks, pigs, and a larger garden every year. And between the rows and weeds I fell in love.
My name is Monica, and I'm a farmer. My farming developed for two reasons. One, I love animals, and want two of everything. Second, I love food. A few years ago I realized I didn't know the whole truth about where my food came from. I didn't want to support any industry where animals were being mistreated, and so I faced a hard decision. Go vegan, or raise it myself. I decided to raise it myself. When I convinced my husband to let me get chickens, I told him if I didn't follow through with this, then I would give up my farm dreams. But it stuck, and I've never looked back. I'm constantly reading and researching to better myself. Not only do I want to raise my own food, I want to leave my land better than when I found it. This blog is all about my farm journey. Through the hard times, the good times, and the bad times. I'll talk about raising animals, tips, tricks, recipes, and talking about health/wellness. Don't expect too much greatness, please remember I'm a goat wrangler, not a professional writer!