(My cousin Laura and a friend, circa a long time ago)
I've always kind of fancied living on a farm -- let's pause so that all my Flannery relatives can finish rolling around on the floor laughing -- done? Good. Because I know what I want is a fantasy farm. I want animals, but I know I probably wouldn't want to eat any of the animals I raised, so that would kind of wind up being a petting zoo instead of a working farm.
(Mama chicken, baby ducks, awwww.)
(My uncle Larry and the reason my mother would never eat lamb.)
My farm would definitely have a barn. Preferably a big, red barn, but one of those old-fashioned California barns would work too. I need a hayloft in my barn, but with hypoallergenic hay because Charlie is allergic. And ropes for swinging.
(This is an excellent barn and a good chicken coop too. Cousins Jimmy and Kim are pretty cute too.)
(Same barn -- now with a silo! Plus a motley crew of cousins. From top left: Colleen, Kim, Kathy, Jimmy, Susie. Middle row: Molly, Jean, Amy, David. Bottom: Missy (I think?), Sarah, Laura, Richard, Tommy. Our poodle, Sam, is lurking behind Amy. I think that's Jack in the background on the right. Circa 1972)
My fantasy farm needs to have enough land so that I can have a tractor. Love tractors. I could just drive it around like those old farmers who lose their driver's license so they just tool around on their John Deeres.
(Baling hay. My uncle John is sitting on the bales, but I have no idea who is driving the tractor. Aunt Katie?)
My farm needs a variety of outbuildings too. Just because they look cool. I'm sure I can find stuff to put in them. Like relatives.
So, until I win the lottery, I indulge my farm lust with a few farm-y blogs: Cold Antler Farm, Juniper Moon Farm, and Bee Haven Acres. Enjoy!
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