The Magic of What Farm Life Could Look Like

This past weekend was one of those delicious fall days that I could have spent eternity in, if that was possible.

We drove to the farm to check on the animals and feed them, and while we were there, we found ourselves, once again, envisioning our life out there. What it would be like, what it would look like, what it would feel like. I could picture PJ working on some kind of project, maybe a garden or maybe he’s building something. I could picture the children running through the fields playing tag and our oldest climbing to the top of the trees without even a single feeling of fear that he could slip and fall at any moment.

I could picture me helping PJ with a project he’s working on or, more realistically, making something in the kitchen or writing on the couch while staring out the window at the mountain that’s always there in the background, like a steady guardian you can always depend on.

Our life on the farm seems like it was always meant to be, like everything that came before it was leading up to us living out there, raising kids and animals to be free and embrace their creativity and wild sides. We all find we’re the happiest when we’re there, and this weekend was no exception.

We checked on the new piglets who are still so tiny and so damn cute. PJ fed the sheep and listened to them baaaaaa about their day. We fed the chickens and the geese and the pigs, and checked on Baby Mama (the new piglets' mom") because the other animals aren’t letting her eat, so we made sure to feed her separately. We watered the plants and peaked in at the progress of Holiday House, our future home on the farm. It can’t get finished soon enough, but the progress being made out there is so exciting to watch. Every day we go out there something else is finished and I find myself designing every room in my head as we fall asleep at night.

And of course, we played with the dogs. Our German Shepherds and the puppies are all in one huge lot now, the biggest area they’ve ever had to run and play in, and we all went in there for a while to lay with them and shower them with love. The pups are so friggin adorable it’s hard to ever want to leave them. Right now they’re all floppy ears and lanky legs, tripping over themselves (and us) with every gesture and movement they make. Oliver kept playing with everyone’s pants and sweaters, doing what he could to rip them off of us. We all could have stayed out there forever.

And maybe one day we will.