My husband is self employed, and we would be leaving a thriving business near a big city for a small town and a brand new start. It was scary and exciting, and God threw open every door in our path. It took me a while to get used to country life. For a year I had a part time retail job in the nearest city just to get my mall fix. That nearest city? It was 50 miles away. I can’t believe I drove 100 miles round trip for a minimum wage job. It helped me transition to my new life though, and now my happiest days are the ones spent at home on the farm. I am definitely where I am supposed to be.
Actually, in the interest of full disclosure, my husband is the only real farmer as I don’t really participate in most or any of the farm related activities. I visit the new baby calves in the spring and that’s about it.
I really wanted to name our new home Crabapple Farm. I grew up reading the Trixie Belden books and Trix’s home was Crabapple Farm. Great childhood book memories. I even live the same distance from my small town that Trixie lived from hers. It was meant to be! Unfortunately, my husband didn’t see it that way. He had never read Trixie and really had no desire to start reading about a thirteen year old girl detective at this point in his life.
The fact that we had no crab apple trees on our farm was also an issue for him. Whatever. We did, however, have fields that would soon become meadows, and water in the form of a pond and a creek. Since Meadowpond Farm didn’t sound quite right, we turned the creek into a brook and Meadowbrook Farm was born.