Last year my husband and I moved to our little farm in Virginia. We bought a small abandoned farm where we are beginning a new chapter in our life. A new simple life.
For several years we had been raising our own food by gardening and raising chickens for meat and eggs. Now here at the farm we have the space for the addition of Nubian goats for milk and a Great Pyranees named Sophie to our homestead.
Currently we are living in our 32′ motorhome while the century old farmhouse is being restored. It’s small, but comfortable.
This will be a busy year as we establish our first garden and build new homes for the livestock as well as begin work on restoring the old farmhouse.
This quiet life-style is quite different from the hectic pace we lived for so many years. No more sounds of sirens, squealing tires, and loud neighbors.
Here, where there are no city lights, we can see the night sky in all it’s glory, and watch as hundreds of fireflies light up the fields. The only sounds we hear are the insects, and once in a while a distant “mooo” from a neighboring farm.
This is where we intend to live, quietly, peacefully and simply as our grand-parents did a century ago.