My husband, after knowing me for over two decades, has finally figured out that I am by nature someone who will feed any animal in need, and if able to do so, will rescue it.
Luckily, we have the same idea, the same dream, of owning acreage and now he understands that in addition to the fruit trees and nut trees and lovely bushes (all appropriate to wherever we end up), we will also be taking in animals who need a place.
Of course, the man will also pick on me when I sit watching TikTok after TikTok of people currently living my dream, rescuing animals from slaughterhouses and whatnot. Usually, I am sitting there, phone in hand, unable to hold back tears as they stream down my cheeks. No one should have to ever go through what these animals go through.
I know, when it comes time, people — and whoever else comes to the Gates to be Judged, will be judged not only by their daily interactions but also by how they treated the smallest and weakest they came into contact with.
So, my dream life is a rescue ranch. We will work the lands in tandem with Mother Nature. We will plant indigenous plants. I would say we will farm, but honestly, that to me brings to mind huge outfits, whereas I am more we have a home garden. We will have beds of roses and of lilacs. Who knows what else will be common to the area that will spark my interest?
We will raise bees, plant herb gardens, and have a working forge off in its own area.
Perhaps I will keep my spinning wheel after all and learn to spin using the wool from our own animals. I am not holding too tightly onto that dream though as I already have issues cropping up with my hands while knitting and crocheting. So, on that, we will see.
I will have my own art studio. (The forge is for my husband.) I will also have a crafting space, probably in my art studio. There I will sew, knit, bind books, and whatever comes to mind. My husband will have his own space for all his own hobbies and whatnot, on top of the forge.
I might be thinking of an extended log cabin, with lots of space, lots of well-insulated and tall windows, a fireplace, and bookshelves built into the walls.
When we have these conversations, our youngest (now ten) informs us how he shall have is own room, as well as a tiny house/shed where he can do his work and his hobbies as well.
Well, if we have to make room for him, we have to make room for him, lol. Of course, we will probably have to have the same for my oldest son by then as well, but we have already planned for that.
So, what am I doing in this dream house, on this dream farm? Well, for one thing, we can stable horses for other people who can’t afford to do that. We will raise Great Pyrenees and/or other herd-protector dogs because the donkeys will need assistance in the guarding of different herds. We will be taking care of the animals, playing with them, loving on them, and giving them the space they need to be themselves in whatever way they need.
And, of course, I would love to raise Scottish Highland cattle simply because I adore them. As well as alpaca because…I’m a knitter and it’s the dream. Lol
I also bake. I write. I sew. I knit. I crochet. I paint. I take long walks with a pack of nutty dogs, wandering through fields and forest full of nutty critters. I will feed the darn squirrels and still fuss at them for eating from the bird feeders. I will work with the bees to keep the hives clean and the bees healthy. I will use fresh eggs from chicken, duck, gooses, and guinea fowl…although I know if we have guinea eggs, my oldest will be all over me for them. I will clabber milk. I will make yogurt and cheese from our milk (from cows, goats, sheep, and not horses or cats at all–there is a joke in there, but it isn’t from me).
I will live with my amazing husband. And whichever of my children actually wants to build on the land, a bit away from the main house (as in mine) so we don’t have to see one another every single moment of the day unless we want to do so, they are more than welcome to do so. We will have a clothesline where I hang laundry out to dry. I miss the smell of line-dried towels.
Other than that, the idea of making a morning cup of tea and having some freshly made bread buttered with butter we made ourselves, sitting out on the front porch or the back porch, watching the birds, be they our livestock or wild ones, or both, and just easing into the day along with the sunlight. Or, as I know I am not a morning person, but am indeed a night owl, it may be more like me sitting there with my tea and bread, watching the sun rise before I trundle off to bed.
Now, your turn. What does your dream life look like?