I have been thinking about what the homestead should look like this year. How it will evolve. And what we can realistically afford to do. (That last one is a killer.)
Murray McMurray hatchery catalog. You have to order in sets of 25 so that the chicks have enough warmth, so my chicken planning grew exponentially. So many chickens! I got so involved in fantasy ordering that I dreamed about chickens that night. Happy, clucking, fluffy chickens were in every scene of my dreams. I woke up happy.
I still need to place our garden order. I am making that a priority this weekend. We need to narrow down our seed list - right now it is just too large to be realistic. (And yes, dear, I know when I say "our", I mean "my." Sheesh.) I have to make sure to stick to our budget. (Update: 2/12 seeds are ordered. Shipping almost sent me over budget, but I am so excited about what we have on order!)
This planning is fun, but I have to try to tone myself down. I have a tendency towards immediate gratification. I want to do it all now, now now, and then I get stressed out when it all falls apart. I know this about myself and yet yesterday, I entered a contest to win a free Jersey heifer calf. How could I resist? Free Cow! All I had to do was write an essay.
It is unlikely they will pick me (Jen does not have that type of luck), but I am having Contestant's Remorse. I am freaked out about all that we would have to do, and what we would have to postpone should we suddenly have a calf enter our lives. Hello fencing, hay, grain, barn. Goodbye chickens. Would that be a tragedy? No. Definitely not. Cows are expensive to purchase and it would just mean adjusting the master plan. But it would also require a major adjustment to the way we live, as well as the pace we seem to have set to get the homestead up and running.
That kind of change is hard. I guess winning a cow would really test if we are going to truly jump into this new lifestyle. Or are we all talk?