-Uncle Dave's Farm: Burly, Idaho. 

-Uncle Dave's Farm: Burly, Idaho. 

  -Checking on the baby calf , my eternal duty to take care of all things living. Age eleven.

-Checking on the baby calf , my eternal duty to take care of all things living. Age eleven.

  -Need to give the mama cow love and care too, of course.

-Need to give the mama cow love and care too, of course.

My interests for the homesteading way of life started young, proof in conversations with my parents; such as: "please just let me live at Uncle Dave's farm- PLEASE!!" at the mature age of six. I could also show you my collection of my future hobby farm plans, I had sketched out most Sundays after church, starting from age ten to...well I still do that...hehe. Carefully thought out barns with exact measurements and places for each type of animal, in addition to vegetable and flower gardens, orchards and a farmhouse with a wrap around porch- ya know, "the dream." My books of choice growing up were always based around veterinary care, farm life, gardening, horses... unfortunately for me, I was born into a very suburban home with no interest in the world of getting down and dirty. It is probably fair to say I was the black sheep of the family, I preferred a carton of fresh berries to candy bars and working in the hot summer sun stacking hay bales to playing video games in an air conditioned room (ick). Now because working with animals and plants is like oxygen to me, I went out and found opportunities to gain the skills needed in these areas I found so essential to my happiness.

 

At age fourteen my family moved from the dry mountains of Colorado, to lush rolling hills of Southern Pennsylvania. Once I got over the culture shock of leaving childhood friends and entering whole new territory, I dove head first into the agriculture opportunities that awaited me. I was now in a land where the farming culture was as rich as the vegetation that grew there.