Urban Farmgirl

so it begins

As I stare out my window at my container sugar snap peas, growing above the makeshift support my husband made out of lumber onto a twig we attached yesterday, in haste, to prevent the little crop (which makes up a quarter of my garden this year) from falling over, I realize one small truth:

A farmgirl can grow anywhere.

As my husband can attest, I spend a lot of my daydreaming time planning our farm-to-be. As I knead bread, clean up toys, fold the laundry, drive through rush hour, pick weeds, change diapers, listen to the neighbors blast their music as my little ones try to sleep--I dream. About the land we'll have, with its rolling hills, lush pasture, hardwood forest, babbling brook...about the house we'll live in, fixing it up into a quaint and comfy home, or building it up from the ground with our own four hands...about the garden we'll grow, the heirloom tomatoes, potatoes, peas, greens, fruit trees, blueberries, orange peppers....about the animals, the sheep, the cows, the chickens, the pigs, the barn cats...about the greenhouse, the chicken coop, the barn, the wood shed, the playhouse...about the new life that is to come. I long for it, though I know not when it will arrive, or even how or where. It feels like a destiny of sorts; a calling from God.

But my current call is right here, right now. In the city. I must channel my farmgirl heart toward growing myself and my family, right where I am. I am asking God to grow my love for Him, for neighbor, for city, even for self. I am striving for holiness, selflessness, grace, patience, diligence, love, and truth--all things that will serve me well in the city and on the future farm, and surely in the life to come. I will take down gutters and put up a rain barrel; I will compost outside and vermicompost inside; I will bake my bread, buy veggies from a local farm, cook from scratch, sew, knit, clean, create, save. I will rise early to spend time with my Father, to plan my day, to brew the coffee. I'll homeschool my little ones and love my husband.

So this farmgirl will grow. And she'll grow veggies. And kids. And so much more! All from a little brick bungalow in the city.

Welcome.

11:10, Tuesday, August 15, 2006 .. Posted by Darcy

I enjoyed reading your thoughts and really understood your comment about your longing feeling like "a destiny of sorts; a calling from God." May He continue to lead you in the direction of your dreams.

Darcy

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02:15, Tuesday, August 15, 2006 .. Posted by urbanfarmgirl

Thanks for stopping in!

I so understand living in the city!

02:53, Tuesday, August 15, 2006 .. Posted by angiemomof3

I live in a large city 300,000. I wish we were in the country somewhere. I am trying to bloom where planted. I am glad you joined and look forward to reading more.
Angie