Here is a scene from our urban farm this morning. Let me paint you a picture.
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7 Muscovy ducks (the friendliest ducks in the world) on the porch waiting for Wyatt to feed them. They really like cheerios.
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A pair of mallards who have started a nest on the side of the house
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Blackberry bushes leafing out all over the place with strawberry plants emerging beneath
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A vegetable garden set with spring peas, onions, spinach, cabbage, broccoli and various lettuces
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Winter quilts still on the beds with little people snuggled under them
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A mama up at 5:30 a.m. to make coffee
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Hang some wash on the line and ...
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Put biscuits in the oven
Sounds pretty farm-like to me.
But remember, its all in how you frame it. Right.
Here's the truth.
We do not live on a farm...but oh, how I wish we did. Oh, how I wished we had a few acres with a barn. We'd have lots of chickens and a cow. We'd have horses for the boys to ride whenever they wanted and a field full of spring wheat. Anyway...back to the truth.
Yes, the truth. Our neighborhood is as cookie cutter as you get. One of those "8 styles of houses, which side of the house do you want your garage on" kind of areas.
But there are lots of positives to our little neck of the woods. We have a great house, perfectly set up for the dozens of kiddos in and out of here on a weekly basis. Our house is nestled in a great cul-de-sac that hosts 11 other children, which makes for lots of fun in the summer. There is a great park 3 blocks down. We can walk to our local elementary school. We can ride our bikes to the beach. It really is a great neighborhood.
But just for a moment this morning, I was a farmer. I put my work boots on and headed out back to check if last night's freeze nipped our little garden seedlings.
You can't blame a girl for having a dream, can you?