If I had my choice, I'd own a small farm... my husband and I would be very healthy and able to do most of the work... my son would want to be a farmer instead of a computer scientist... and my grandchildren would live close enough to visit the farm on weekends.
I pass gorgeous farms when driving on the highways and byways of my county and I covet. Especially those with white farmhouses and red barns... tall fields of corn... cows... horses... more cows... and a large veggie garden near the house.
Long ago I made the decision to live life as it is and not as I want it to be... to a certain point. For there are plenty of options within the parameters God has ordained. Edith Schaeffer talks about this a lot in her books... that we are not to complain about what we do not have while doing nothing with what we do have.
I cannot sit at home longing for acres of produce and a John Deere tractor while letting the sunny section of my yard remain as grass. In one year... with a severely limited budget... we built and planted the small veggie and herb garden.
All it took was a little research online and in books, setting aside a portion of money my husband earned working the usual two weeks at the bookstore last winter and this spring, building the fence and two small beds last spring, and building another two this year... and planting.
All done a little at a time when circumstances and budget allowed. The hardest part of the entire process... making the decision to "go for it". God does give us the desire of our heart, we only need to not look at the perfect dream but what part of that dream is available right now.
A basket of herbs waiting to be dried
This morning I enjoyed checking the garden after yesterday's soaking rain. I gave the herb garden a haircut while chatting with Stephanie on her way to a Connecticut beach.
There was some puttering around on the deck on the way to the house to put back what was taken down before storms hit yesterday... and time was taken to cut back the sweet annie (which surprised me by coming up again this year near the house) to dry with the other herbs.
Just enough for now with what is given in time, energy, and finances. Not perfect by any means.. but good. I must admit to a constant struggle between the perfect desires of the heart and what is available at the time. But I think that is common to mankind.
The difference faith makes... the knowledge this world is not all there is. Our hearts long for Eden but we are to do the best we can on this sod called Earth.