“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Dreams

Dreams are born in a whisper...
a glimmer in your thoughts,
a flutter in your stomach,
and a swelling of your heart.


What we do with our dreams is up to us.
With time, a clearer image emerges that is smoothed out
by touches of reality.


Most of my farm dreams have centered around curating
magical spaces filled with romance and nostalgia,
or
fantasy and make-believe.


I love envisioning a special space, then getting to work planning
and bringing that idea to life.


Often times, these ideas incorporate some sort of growing thing,
or garden space -
so, one of the most important components is that of patience.


Years ago I bought this swing/arbor and placed it in the
yard by the barn.
My dream was to have a swing beneath an arbor that was covered
in wisteria.
I planted two vines and patiently waited.
Each year the vines grew more and more...


I dreamed of swinging in the shade of thick, lavender blossoms,
surrounded by the humming din of pollinators busily gathering nectar.


Years have passed and that dream is a reality.


A thought... a glimmer... a little work... a lot of time and patience...
and today I am there...
in the midst of the buzzing...
sweet fragrance filling my head.


The best part of making these special...

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