A Messy Farm
It's not a television farmstead, that's for certain. And I'm ashamed to admit this is something I worry about. When folks travel for hours and come to a place literally thrown together by hope and force, I worry the results do not live up to the blog. Everything was done piecemeal, everything in a state of repair. The entire operation is small, not a rolling landscape. Tools and animal droppings are everywhere, the pile of trash by the dump never looks great. The house needs power washing. The truck is dented and covered in turkey poop. Most things are reinforced with baling twine.
Well folks, it's not pretty, nor is it impressive—but it is mine.. I am contented that the animals are happy and well-tended, the food that comes out of this place is sensational, and the friendships I've made since moving here are nothing short of amazing. Oh well, this just goes to show that working farms are not movie sets. If you want a magazine spread, check out Hildene in Manchester. If you want some good home brew and a chicken dinner and season 5 of Buffy on Hulu: come here.
I can't wait for the first snowfall.