Finished planting the garlic and shallots just in time for another winter storm tomorrow. Later than I would have liked, but I had planned to plant more garlic in the orchard than I actually did. I am still thinking/dreaming/wishing that by the growing season next year we will be at the new farm, so I planted in the empty raised beds in the garden.
The plan will be to move the trees from this years orchard to the new farm, as well as planting probably 20-25 new trees alongside. I would love to order the trees now, but until we have a contract on the farm it would be foolish.
So more – sitting, waiting, wishing, dreaming, planning.
We have found a piece of land that is as close to perfect as we could hope for. We have already taken to referencing it as “the new house” or “the new farm,” it is so firmly entrenched in our mind.
We have not made an offer. There are still formalities and meetings and then we will reach the formalities, at which point the owners could certainly say no. But until then – reading, dreaming, staring at the farm from above via Google maps and planning where the orchard would go, where to put a stand of black walnuts, the rotational grazing system we want to implement.
I hesitate to put this into the world so publicly. But it consumes my thoughts and hopes and desires. I want it so much that a small part of me is preparing for disappointment.