“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 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,
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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