Since I was-oh I don’t know- about 5 years old, I have wanted to milk a cow. When I got older I wanted to be a farmer. When I was about 14 I wanted to be a farmers wife. When I was 15-years-old my dear friend Rose and I always talked about running away and becoming milkmaids and falling in love with handsome farm boys. All of these dreams needed to of course take place in England or in Ireland. Because how lame would it be for this to happen in-say-idaho? Pretty darn lame.
I am not one week shy of 18 and I still dream of the mundane life on the farm. The feel of dirty hands, the smell of cows and skunks, I still dream of living and working on a farm, being a milkmaid (just take away the handsome farm boy part). I know its hard work and not any where near as romantic as I make it out to be in my mind- and yet I find romance in the simplest things- why not working on a farm?
Also, in case you didn’t know this, I am very interested in the process of organic farming. I love nutrition and I am all for all things organic.
Also, in case you didn’t know, I have a burning desire to travel while I am young.
So, come summer- I am doing to it (Lord willing). I am going to be a WWOOFer in the south counties of Ireland-I will be working on a farm in exchange for room and board. You have no idea how excited this makes me! I have been praying about it and all week getting green lights. So I signed up, started messaging different farms/homes, and planning on how this is going to happen.
Late June till early August is when I am hoping to go. I am saving money, and I am dreaming away.
Also-today is beautiful and I think I am going to stop looking at all these farms and go out for a walk. Enjoy this beautiful song by Mr. Foy Vance.