It’s been really hard to keep this on the down low, but I’ve been holding this news in for several weeks now. I am jumping for joy as I say this, my husband and I bought a farm! We bought a farm! We really did it! It felt like it would never happen, but here we are. And it feels so good!
For several years, and I stress the several part, we have been looking for a new home to purchase. Something always seemed to get in the way for this reason or that. Any house we looked at seemed so restrictive or too suburb-ish. We thought we would renovate our little 1200 square foot house in Downtown Issaquah, but truthfully I think something kept calling us to continue the search. Now I know why we didn’t renovate.
Now this may come as a shocker…perhaps not if you are reading this and know me, but I am a country girl through and through. Born and raised in Eastern Washington in a little teeny tiny town called Burbank. Over the “Green Bridge” of the Snake River just outside of Pasco, I spent 23 years on a small hobby farm amongst the sage brush, blazing hot summers, and the strangely sweet yet pungent scent of cow manure in the air. I don’t hesitate to pick up a shovel or hammer, can saddle a horse within minutes, and a pretty good shot with a shotgun. Over the years, we had ducks, chickens, rabbits, I recall some goats at one time, dogs, cats, horses, a pony, a sheep, cows, a few goldfish along the way, and mules. Yes, mules. Rodeos were also a big way of life. We were very involved with the local horse club, and I competed in everything from stick horse races to barrel racing. Pretty much anything outdoors was our lifestyle; hunting, fishing, snowmobiling, and camping to name a few. With all that fun; though, comes a lot of work. I am also an only child, which means I had to help my parents… a lot.
You name it… digging fence posts, driving a tractor, cleaning out the barn, shoveling poop, herding cows, and among other things… canning peaches! My mom canned peaches every summer. She still does. I didn’t like this chore much because it took hours of standing over a boiling hot pot of water and cutting peaches in the already 90 degree heat of the summer. Oh, but the dreaded chore of the year was winterizing the irrigation pipes, which I refer to as blowing the sprinklers. Seriously, this one takes the cake. I hated this chore every single year. I still hate it just thinking about it! This required one person standing at one end of the pasture where the shut-off valve was attached to a compressor, to wait for the other person to walk to each row of sprinklers, turn the valves on and off as the compressor blew pressurized air threw the pipes forcing excess water out and yelling “Ok!...Ok!…OK!” Without fail, this chore always fell on the coldest and crispest day of fall. The kind of day when the wind makes your ears sting and your fingers so numb you can barely bend them. You couldn’t just wear gloves either, because there was bound to be a small amount of water dripping from somewhere. Ahhhhhh… This; I declare, is one of the reasons I opted out of the country life for nearly 2 decades. It’s a lot of hard hard work!
Now, here I am the proud new owner of a five acre parcel of land that is every bit country. Even driving up the driveway, I start speaking in twang saying words like “real nice” and “howdy.” Just, what the hell has gotten into me!
I hope you stick around to read and enjoy, This Country Life. Everything about this blog is a work in progress, just like life. There will definitely be laughs, some tears, and a few typos too.
Hopefully, you’ve already sensed First & Bloom is more than just about selling flowers. It’s about finding what truly matters in life. It’s about flowers that help you get through the good times and bad. It’s about family and how we all grow together. And probably the biggest revelation, is about returning to your roots no matter how far away you thought you would be… and being ok with it.
P.S. I should probably let you know now… the blog name is going to change. I’m not crazy about it. Like I said… it’s a work in progress. J