Having taken our 2yr old away to Papamoa for the Easter Weekend, I drove back to Auckland via my grandmothers farm in Te Aroha, anticipating raiding her flower garden and frolicking with some nearly-calves.
We ended up walking out into the horse paddock to pick figs from a strangely-located fig tree, surrounded by 4 little 3 and 5 mth old heifers. We collected walnuts from the walnut tree. We collected crabapples to make crabapple jelly (hopefully today) and then my 84 year old grandmother hoisted herself upside down into the deep freeze to find a (supposedly) small homekill lamb roast for us to take home.
A farm experience for a toddler cannot be underrated in anyway, but a farm experience on the farm I spent nearly every school holiday at is something particularly special. So special in fact that I spent the hour and a half return drive to Auckland afterwards trying to work out how to get a farm.
It comes down to land. I would take land over a building any day. Any land. But mostly farm land.
We live in Maraetai, surround by bush and sea. We rent, as do so many of us these days. We work in the city in offices.
At what point is the transition to landies a good one or the best one?
I have visions of cheese presses, house cows, sheep, annoying chickens (no Geese or ducks thanks), a couple of huntaways, a substantial garden, a couple of planted crop paddocks, a windmill... am I delusional? Has River Cottage fueled my delusions?
Do I map this all out and work towards it or carry on in corporate hell denying what I actually want for my kid(s)?
Well that's too hard a question for 8:17am. I'm going to order some carded wool from the Wairarapa instead and finish off my son's Steiner dollbaby, then make crabapple jelly....