Dreaming

I’m going to bed tonight dreaming of farming.

My farm has chickens, sheep, a cow, a few pigs, a HUGE garden, compost piles, bee hives and a few Nubian goats.

I shear sheep on my farm, can and freeze food, spin and weave wool, milk my cow (by hand!) , make cheese and collect eggs to bake cookies (Which are of course, baked in the oven of my wood stove).

It’s a lovely dream. ( I can see Lisa rolling her eyes right about now!)

And for the most part that’s likely all it will ever be.

A dream.

But who’s to say I can’t have at least some of that dream right here in the city?

I’m sure going to do my best to make as much of that dream come true as I possibly can.

Anybody ever hear of chickens in the city?

I’m pretty sure a cow would be frowned on.

Darn. There goes my chance to make cheese!

What’s your dream?