We have a friend who is liking the thought of one day selling his farm. He bought it for his in-laws so they would have a place to live. They were homeless and lost their farm. Soon the in-laws died and so did this poor man’s wife. She died after only one year of unsuccessful cancer treatments. He was friends for years with my husband. They worked together.
We took a road trip to see if the farm may be something we would ever want for us, in our lives. There would be so many benefits and hunting land too, was one of them. I was looking forward to seeing the land and not worried about the house. It could always be fixed up.
Being retired well, leaves you more choices than if you saved nothing and have to live off your meager social security. Anything could happen for us if we keep our eyes and ears open. The thought of relocating is certainly an option and possibility. I have never been one attached to any home or neighborhood or city. I do like my state though, even though I don’t care for the party that is in charge right now.
My husband and I however, have no experience with farm life. He likes the thought of riding a tractor any time he wanted and also thinks a hobby farm a fun notion. He likes to always be busy. For me the thought of space for a pool and taking care of many flowers and a small garden appeals to me.
We have always taken care of our property and enjoy gardening. I love to plant and prune bushes. I enjoy the flower gardening most of all. Still, the pests, critters and deer are a nuisance for all the work I put in. They are all lovely and fun to watch but I do take large steps to keep them away from my plants I also love to admire in my gardens, and those we like to eat.
I do only have two tomato plants and a mound of cucumbers, some raspberry bushes and rhubarb. I used to have bigger gardens but my temperament gets the best of me when something is lost, eaten or damaged by nature.
I have nothing to boast about when it comes to being a hardcore true gardener. I most certainly am not even close to being a farmer. It would be a bigger responsibility than I could handle alone, to take care of acres of crops to plant and harvest. I am very generous though and would rent the land out to share croppers perhaps or other farmers.
Today we have a small garden and a fence around my small batch of raspberries, tomatoes and cucumbers. I have no fence around my flowers. I regularly put down my recipe for deer deterrent and blood meal to keep out the rabbits. We also bought a plastic owl to fool the bunnies.
We have some background in working the soil and making things grow but there is so much more to being a farmer. When we visited our friends farm it had many buildings on the property and a very small farm house that would need to be completely gutted in order for us to live in it comfortably.
When we finally arrived at the farm, just a two hour drive from our city, we met our friend. He was plowing a hay field so it could be gathered up and bundled. To see the property and all the buildings and work he was doing in the field, I was overwhelmed.
I think I am basically a lazy person when I compare myself to what I see others doing. Honestly, I don’t want to work that hard. Of course you can always get help by bartering use of the land or rental of the buildings. That is what I would do.
You can always work something out if you want something bad enough, to make it work. If my husband and I wanted this farm bad enough, I know we could manage and even get it for a fair price. I know his son’s would be thrilled at the idea. They work as hard as their dad. But, the drive was further than we wanted.
I was excited, when I first heard of the idea of moving to a farm, if we liked the idea enough after seeing the place. I dreamed of owning enough acres, so we could put in a pool, and get some chickens, a couple goats, and let people board their horses in our barns for a chance to ride them. I thought certainly the grandchildren would want to visit us more and stay for a week at a time. Dreaming!
When I saw the place, and reality set in, I realized, this really was not what I wanted. My husband agreed. Just like the time we were out on road trips to look at trailer parks and campers, we found out that was not the life we wanted either. I don’t want that kind of responsibility at the point of my life I am at now. I am too tired to be taking care of such big dreams, as much as, just enjoying what I do have already.
We left the farm, glad that we had visited and took a different route home. We stopped at another small town that made excellent roasted chicken and took it to go. We enjoyed a nice cold beer while we waited for our order, and chatted with the four women in the staff. They were all very busy going back and forth, between stocking the coolers and answering phones. , and bringing up orders.
Now that looked like the life for me….to tend a bar and chat with guests. I wonder if I ever really did want to manage a bar or restaurant or maybe I wanted to help with the gardening at a resort? It looks like a lot of work I would not have energy for either. I am getting older, winding down, slowing down, but do enjoy the road trips!