Salvation Farm
Dec. 19th, 2017 06:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffMy son Jake says that all of his siblings are crazy and he's doing his part by *not* having any kids. Luke says that kids are okay but really, he'd rather build rocket ships. And although I take great joy in my grandkids and am somewhat saddened that Luke and Jake's genetic heritage may not be passed down, I think that they are wiser than their brothers. My grandkids' lives will be difficult, maybe horrific.
Last week, we went up north to wish Luke a happy 17th birthday, and to let Mike stomp around the property before we signed anything. We also brought Carl and my beloved friend Geriann. It was freezing cold, about 14°F/-10°C, but we were bundled up well and the quarter mile walk through calf-deep snow warmed us up.
I think that Mike went in wanting to like it but expecting to be disappointed. He went off by himself, walking a good mile from the east pasture/orchard to the tree line and came back glowing. Before that, he'd only seen the plat and google maps satellite views. It's different walking a place, smelling the air and stomping the ground.
I have a piece of paper taped to the inside door of my closet that outlines where the money is going, and how much of it needs to go there. And we've added a little side note --
This is Danelle (holding her nephew) -- Danelle is Geriann's daughter, and I've known her since she was around fourteen.
So, what we're thinking is that in about three years, Danelle will move onto the property and manage the bee hives and chickens. Maybe we'll get some goats. And she'll start working with to rehabilitate the apple trees. No, none of us have any experience with this stuff. But we're clever and handy, so I think we'll muddle through.
She can sell eggs, meat, apples, cider and honey in town if she wants; we're talking of starting a meadery.
Last week, we went up north to wish Luke a happy 17th birthday, and to let Mike stomp around the property before we signed anything. We also brought Carl and my beloved friend Geriann. It was freezing cold, about 14°F/-10°C, but we were bundled up well and the quarter mile walk through calf-deep snow warmed us up.
I think that Mike went in wanting to like it but expecting to be disappointed. He went off by himself, walking a good mile from the east pasture/orchard to the tree line and came back glowing. Before that, he'd only seen the plat and google maps satellite views. It's different walking a place, smelling the air and stomping the ground.
I have a piece of paper taped to the inside door of my closet that outlines where the money is going, and how much of it needs to go there. And we've added a little side note --
This is Danelle (holding her nephew) -- Danelle is Geriann's daughter, and I've known her since she was around fourteen.
So, what we're thinking is that in about three years, Danelle will move onto the property and manage the bee hives and chickens. Maybe we'll get some goats. And she'll start working with to rehabilitate the apple trees. No, none of us have any experience with this stuff. But we're clever and handy, so I think we'll muddle through.
She can sell eggs, meat, apples, cider and honey in town if she wants; we're talking of starting a meadery.