Sometimes we get shortchanged on spring in Maryland – we skip straight from April snow to July heat waves. It was looking pretty spring-y in late April, but the last few days have been hot and summery.
Me? I’m feeling pretty springy. The world is just beautiful on Wild Peace Farm these days. There’s laundry drying on the clothesline, which is beautiful and has nothing to do with the fact that the dryer broke unexpectedly.
I never in a million years thought that I would live on a farm when I was a teenager. I did not grow up on a farm. I grew up in Staten Island, NY, which is technically part of New York City but always felt like a mix between city and suburb. Our backyard was big enough for a basketball hoop and a game of mini-soccer in a space smaller than a regulation penalty box.
Now, Tee, Teddy, and I live on a 70-acre farm in northern Baltimore County. And I still feel like a kinda-city-kinda-country kid who’s new to all of farming and country living.
It’s been hard lately to balance being a farmer’s wife (also known as Assistant Farm Manager) and being a full-time working parent. I don’t get a lot of opportunity to get knee-deep in the soil. I’m hopeful that this will change sometime in the near future.
I’ve been daydreaming lately about more farm-centered blogging – writing about being a farmer’s wife, from the perspective of a person who knew next to nothing about farming ten years ago. That will be coming soon.
For now, I’m enjoying my wild peaceful Fridays with Teddy – baby boy napping, laundry drying, and me just typing away.