It’s my little piece of heaven away from the rest of the world.
But it didn’t start out that way. When I bought my little 13-acre farm 6 years ago it was a mess. The weeds were over my head, the fence barely visible beneath a heavy load of vines, weeds, wild roses, brambles and trees, and the yard an overgrown haven for snakes.
It took well over a year to remove all the rusted barbed wire fencing and get the pastures to resemble something other than a jungle. I shredded more long-sleeved shirts than I care to count while removing hundreds, no, thousands! of brambles and rose vines from the property. The land had been neglected for so long the brambles and wild roses took over.
Thus the name, Bramblewood Acres.
I have big plans for my little piece of paradise and a bit at a time, I’m gettin’ ‘er done. My goal is to create a place where my family can be self-sufficient, grow and raise our own food and maybe even make a little profit doing so. I have the vegetable garden, the small orchard, chickens and rabbits. We tried goats, but, while I’m still working a full-time job, I won’t be able to dedicate the time it takes for dairy goats. We raised hogs one year, and I’d like to do that again soon. Our next project will be a beef cow as soon as we can, and after that, bees. I’ve wanted bees for years, and I’m salivating at the prospect of homegrown honey and mead. Mmmm…honey mead. Yeah, that’s the ticket!
Sometimes the farm work seems endless, it’s rarely easy and usually doesn’t cooperate. When one thing breaks, everything else seems to follow suit. Sometimes I am overwhelmed and ready to call it quits. That’s when I grab a beer, sit on the deck and just soak it all in, remembering why I’m working so hard in the first place. It’s easy to remember when I sit back and look at how far I’ve come in such a short time.
Life is good.