I cant believe it has been 10 months since my last blog. Any followers I did have must have lost hope in me. Well I have to apologize. Since we sold our house last June and moved to the country it has been a whirlwind, and not to mention a crazy lifestyle change. They say change is good for you. Who actually says that anyways? I think the people that do, never have to deal with change themselves. Leaving my job of 18 years, having my children leave to go off to school, and moving to as my son likes to quote ” the middle of know where” is certainly enough change for one person in a lifetime. Well I cant say that these changes did not come with their own challenges, but really I have never been happier. I turned 50 a month ago, which I cant actually believe, I am officially old! You know those people that say they would never change anything if they had the chance to go back. Well that is not me. Don’t get me wrong I have few regrets in my life but I do believe if I could I would change my career path. Part of my old career allowed me to travel the world, which was amazing, but in doing so I was not home enough for my children or my husband. This I regret. Now I have all the time in the world but my children are gone. Yes I still have my hubby, but trust me the surest way to divorce is to move 2 minutes away from your significant others parents. So here I am living in my parents old farm house, yes in the middle of know where, and living 2 minutes away from my mom and dad.
The summer started out busy as I decided to participate in the local farmers market. St Marys is a small town, a beautiful town. It does lack the essentials like Starbucks and William Sonoma, but it didn’t matter I was determined to make this work. Every Saturday morning from May to October I would wake my hubby up at 5.00 am to load our van for a day at the market. How I get my hubby to do these things I will never know. I would spend all day Friday baking up a storm so I could share my sweet treats at the market. I also sold my preserves and my brothers amazing C’estbon goat cheese. I had a good friend design the Transvaal Farm brand logo for packaging. I looked at this as a pop-up shop and not just a farmers market.
It didn’t take myself or my hubby long to realize that farm life was not easy. When I would visit my parents farm it was just that a visit. We would sit and drink coffee ( me tea) in the sunroom, have a BBQ and drink beer in the gazebo, watch a movie together in the TV room. Between trying to get all our boxes unpacked, baking every week for the market, and that f***ing garden I thought I would loose my mind. I loved my small herb garden in the city. I thought how much more difficult could a large farm garden be.
It turns out a big garden is a TON of work, and there is endless amount of things to learn. Potato bugs are bad, vine plants don’t like to be touched (especially when wet), corn smut is nasty, there is a big difference between an indeterminate plant and a determinate plant, and bambi, thumper, rocky are NOT your friends. I could continue this list for weeks. But I guess the thing I learned early was this: once your veggies are ready they come fast and furious. So my question was “what the hell do I do with all these vegetables” This summer hopefully I have time to share recipes and posts about all the wonderful things I did with my vegetables this past summer. For now you will just have to settle for some photos.
So we got through the summer with little issues, well there was one nasty cat bite (hospital visit) and one heat stroke, but other then that hubby, (sometime present children) and our two cats settled into our new farm clothes with the hopes of a better life.
Winter was also tough on the farm. Thought we would freeze when the furnace broke down and temperature got down to 59C.
Both our vehicles broke down, country roads hard on our crappy cars. The basement flooded, not very special. It was fun watching my hubby in his rubber boots trying to bucket out all the water. My freezer blew and I lost pretty much all my vegetables and fruit I preserved from the summer. Tried to salvage as much fruit as I could and spent two full days making jam, over a 100 jars in total.
But I have not lost hope, I know it will get better. Its April and spring is sooo close. There is still snow on the ground and it is actually snowing as I write this post, but new life is beginning.
Now a new chapter in our farm life begins. On May 1st we open our doors to guests. Part of the farmhouse will operate as a farm-stay vacation property. More to come on this exciting venture. Hopefully my next post will be about our very first guest at Transvaal Farm. Wish me luck as I am going to need it.