Colorful language flows from the fingertips, as it does from the lips of this spouse-made farm girl, but in this crazy life we all need some colorful discussion to distract us from our own, everyday craziness! In here, we do DIY, farm life, and a lot more!
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Almost 10 years ago, I agreed to this farming thing, after my farm boy was in an accident that took his leg. He grew up on and around farms and finds it therapeutic to be around animals. I, on the other hand, sometimes feel the need to seek therapy because of all the animals and their associated responsibilities that keep us from getting out much; not to mention the piles and piles (really big piles) of poop.
For some reason, farming isn’t quite like it’s portrayed by some farm-life YouTubers and bloggers, with their perfectly manicured lawns and pastures, and their expensive barns with floors so clean you could eat off of them; not to mention their endless examples of farm-life hacks. Our experience is, literally, nothing like that! We’ve spent 6 years cutting trees and pulling stumps, opening up new areas for the cows to graze and fertilize, with the idea that we’ll someday have 80ish acres on which to harvest our own hay. Winters are really tough in Maine, and a man with one leg (he wears a prosthesis) finds himself sunny side up in the snow every now and then, while lugging water or heading out to grain the beasts. Then there’s the endless amount of dirty footprints throughout the house; between the kids, the dog and Farm Boy, my floors don’t stand a chance! I can hunt down the people in my house by following their dirt trails. Thankfully, I’ve never been a real Suzie Homemaker, so the excessive animal dirt and occasional chunks of crap on the floors offer me a great excuse to not be very good at keeping house.
Despite all the work, raising livestock is extremely rewarding. Our kids have been exposed to the most awe-inspiring events that nature has to offer. They’ve helped deliver animal babies, witnessed their deaths, learned the importance of the reality that provides them their meals, mastered the contextual use of a word or two that most parents might find offensive, and so much more. Our family’s heart is strong, as are our immune systems, and the teamwork that goes into making this little place survive creates an unbreakable bond. Poop is the basis for a wholesome upbringing because farming is a literal sh!t show – a never-ending stream of blood, sweat, tears, dirt, fur, feathers, love, and in case I forgot to mention, sh!t.
Welcome to our sh!t show!
