The more I think about it, the more I realize that my family is right.
I need to marry a farmer.
There’s just something special about a farm.
I realize that the work gets dirty. Smelly. Tiring.
I can’t help but smile and laugh whenever I’m around farm animals. I find cleaning out stalls to be therapeutic (don’t laugh!) And nothing makes me feel more at home than when I’m taking care of horses and dogs and cats. So I’m pretty sure that I’d love taking care of cows and pigs and goats too?
Yep. I think I need to marry a farmer.
Or. If that doesn’t happen, I’ll just need to open up my very own goat farm, complete with a few cows, some chickens and a trusty ol’ farm dog. 😉
Not much cooking went on over here today, as it was way too warm to fire up the oven. Instead I opted for some leftovers and sauteed a bunch of kale that had been picked this morning.
I love early fall when all the stands start selling greens and cabbage and squash. It makes me feel slightly better about having to say goodbye to peaches and watermelon.
(And pumpkin? Well. Pumpkin makes *everything* better!!!)
Driving to some of the nearby farms was worth the trip, as we now have a fridge full of produce and a yard full of pumpkins and corn stalks.
It’s starting to really look like fall around here.
Which I love, love, love.
I also love farms.
And cows. And goats. And produce.
And. Well. I think I need to marry a farmer.
QUESTION: Is there a lot of local produce available where you are right now? What are your some of your favorites?