Five years ago from today Taylor and I stripped out of our dirty farm clothes, cleaned ourselves up and said “I do” in a rickety old dairy barn. Five years ago from today, I had no idea my life would be so drastically different than it was on that chilly January evening.
Taylor and I have been together for 11 years; we met in Montana while working summer jobs on a dude ranch. After three years of dating we decided to move to Massachusetts and learn how to farm on Taylor’s family’s 60 acre organic vegetable farm. We had no idea back then that our lives would eventually lead us back out west and that Tumbleweed Farm would end up being the biggest undertaking of our lives.
If you would have told me that summer back in Montana that Taylor would eventually become my husband, and that in the near future my day to day life would be dictated by the weather, or that dirt would find a permanent home in between my fingernails I would have thought you were completely crazy. But here we are, thousands of miles from where we started our farming journey, with bodies that feel older than they should, hands that our so calloused over that they’re doomed for eternity. Through the sleepless nights, minor victories, crazy storms, delicious beer, droughts, hungry deer, poorly germinated crops and all the food (amazing food!) I can safely say I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Taylor and I are off for an overnight to the Oregon coast to celebrate five years of marriage and 11 years of growing up together. There will be 24 hours of exploring, seafood eating, a few good beers and plenty of hiking around the coast before getting back to reality. We’re soaking up as much free time as we can before the farm season arrives–damn it’s right around the corner!
Wherever this post finds you I hope this weekend you’re able to relax a bit. Even if you don’t take weekends off from work I hope a home cooked meal, glass of wine (or beer) and good company are a part of your weekend.
Cheers from Tumbleweed Farm.