Shey B

Explore. DREAM. Discover.


“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”  -Mark Twain

I’ve always dreamed of living on a farm.  My whole life.  I’ve blogged about it before too.

Growing up my parents weren’t the outdoorsy type.  I remember the one and only time we went camping.  A bear walked through our camp while we were sleeping.  My mom was so freaked out.  I remember her loud shouty whispers telling my dad there was a bear.  haha!  Oh the memories.  The lack of camping I did growing up is probably why I hate camping now. ;) My husband grew up the complete opposite.  While my parents and I went on fun road trips or flew to Maryland to visit my grandparents, Mike was camping with his parents.  All. The. Time.  He also grew up dirt biking, fishing, etc.  The definition of outdoorsy.  And when he was 16 he moved to a farm.  Lucky duck.


While I did ride horses a little bit growing up.  Which led to me leasing a horse for a while when I got a job, Always in the back of my mind,  I’ve dreamt of a farm.  And not a big farm.  Just a hobby farm.  A couple horses, chickens, a goat or two… maybe a jersey or brown swiss dairy cow.  :)

A couple months ago I was randomly cruising through Netflix trying to find a new show to watch.  I saw the show Heartland and decided to give it a whirl.  Well, it’s safe to say that Heartland has given me a massive itch to live on a farm.  My girls started watching it with me and since then, we often dream about a farm together.  Maybe I’m crazy for thinking it’d be awesome to live on a farm with my kids.  But I just remember being a little girl and dreaming about it too.


Maybe I’m romanticizing it all, but maybe I’m not.  I don’t think it’s crazy or too far of a stretch for me to think about living on dozens of acres with views of pine trees and snowy mountains.  Stepping out onto my porch taking in a deep breath of fresh quiet air.  Only the sounds of children laughing, horses whinnying, the other animals making their sounds.  Getting the kids off to school and then going about my day taking care of my farm.  Feeding the animals, milking the cow and goats, gathering eggs, shoveling manure, brushing the horses, cleaning the house, sweeping the front porch, etc. etc. etc.  I can visualize it all so clearly.  Picking veggies and fruit from the garden while my kids sneak a bite of a carrot.  Mason catching bugs or frogs trying (and likely succeeding) to scare me.  :)

My husband and I have talked about doing this when all of the kids move out of the house someday… but I am a very impatient person.  Plus, I think it’d be a great experience for our kids!  Hard work, but rewarding.

Maybe I’ll get my farm soon, maybe I won’t.  But I promise I will not stop dreaming!

What do you dream about?


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