We went out to the Farm last evening. A beautiful rainy afternoon, 60 degrees, sun breaks even in the rain. The only thing we went out to do is hang the second gate half on the post we put in on Sunday.
Sometimes it is the little things that count.
After closing the gates for the first time it suddenly occurred to us that the addition of viable gates changed the feel of the place in a way that is hard to describe. The place felt separated from the world, a private thing kept safe from the craziness outside. We are now surrounded by a five foot fence and it seems we are well on the way toward building the Farm itself.
Ann and I have been chanting "two gates" for about the past three months. This simple saying means that we intend to put up another fence within the perimeter of the Farm, something big enough to park cars. There will be more gates on the interior fence to keep the dogs from running out every time someone drives in. I cannot wait to put up the next fence, it really sound like fun. But first there is a bit more to do.
We need to build the tiny house trailers, raise a litter of Cinnamon and Clarke's pups and get them delivered, hook up electricity to the Farm which brings power to the well so that we have water. We are planning Tractor Day #5 for sometime in May.
So much to do, time is flying; but we are on the way and we move onto the Farm in June.
And I can hardly wait!
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