When we packed up our farm three years ago, when all of the equipment was sold, after the horses had found new homes and we had buried our Jersey cow Rosie; I dried my tears and told Terry I was done. I was done farming, done with the work. I was tired and spent and emotional. Terry had set up a rental home in a subdivision up here in Kentucky and I was so ready.
Over the course of the three years we had looked at different homes for sale, all of them in neighborhoods, but nothing worked out. Not to mention our home still hadn’t sold in Florida. Still. Last winter our landlord had asked if we had intended to renew our lease for a fourth year. I just couldn’t do it. I had to get my family settled, I was tired of living out of boxes. The rental home was very nice. We made it work. But it wasn’t our home. We were in a holding pattern of sorts and I was starting to feel myself sink. Maybe it was the endless gray winter days, but I knew something had to change.
Also, over the course of time in the rental our minds and hearts started to shift. We had lived and experienced both lives with our family; life in a subdivision and life on a farm. After many discussions over the years we knew where our hearts were. We wanted our younger children to have the kind of childhood Joseph and Julia had. Our bigger kids learned about life and death, and the birds and the bees by taking care of those animals on that 5 acre plot. So many great life lessons to be had with this lifestyle.
We want them to be able to go outside and run around whenever. We want them to have to take care of animals and mend fences and muck barns. We want them to learn how to feed themselves from the animals and plants that they work so hard taking care of. We want them to grow up with the hard work of a farm.
Well, we started searching the internet and found this place. We went and looked at it and saw the potential. The house had been on the market for almost a year. Our house in Florida was still for sale but we prayerfully decided to go for it. We went in with a “bless it or block it” prayer. We went in real low with a closing date to extend 3 months later. The owner accepted it! Do you know what happened next? Two weeks later we received an offer on our home! Our Lord works in mysterious ways doesn’t he?
Okay...the whole point of this blog post...our first Kentucky farm animal. Introducing Pepper.
Isn’t she sweet? Even sweeter is the family we got her from. I met Jennie via the internet soon after we moved up here three years ago. She was living my old life except here in Kentucky. She was also a big, big prayer warrior for me when I was pregnant with Thomas. I have only been in her company twice in real life, and never long enough. I feel like we are kindred spirits and I could sit over a cup of tea or two and talk to her for hours. Her family? They are just so sweet, just like her. Okay, I’m going to stop gushing! The Friday after Christmas they delivered Pepper to us. I started to cry when I went to pet this little Jersey, but I quickly pulled it together.
Finally! Finally we are home!