Farm Days: Storm Watching

Farm Days: Life in a Trailer ~ The story of starting a small farm in Alberta

 

It’s a very different “home sweet home” these days.

A 27′ trailer, our five-year old, my husband and myself, plus two cats. All born and raised in the city. Add in a small generator, some patio furniture, a catio, and a fire pit. Now a good heaping of sweat, dirt covered hands and feet, and laughter. A dash of faith, stewardship, and creation care.

It’s our recipe for the summer.

Good enough is perfect, everyday.

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Farm Days: Life in a Trailer ~ The story of starting a small farm in Alberta

 

We know just how very blessed we are. Even when it feels like we’re “roughing it”. To even have land to steward and be responsible for, is an immense blessing. We do not take it lightly.

And though there may be some complaints, and much adjusting, it has been wonderful to wake each morning on the farm, and watch each sunset on the farm. Not spending two hours on the road just to spend a day working out there.

 

 

And the sky! Oh the sky. My precious Alberta sky that never disappoints. It’s no wonder I felt choked & stuck when we lived in B.C. for a few years. I can breathe under this sky. Live under this sky. Be in constant awe of it.

 

Farm Days: Life in a Trailer ~ The story of starting a small farm in Alberta

 

The second night we spent out there, I got to witness an intense thunder storm. I watched it build up all day long in the distance and felt the power of it as it grew closer. Better than anything I could watch on TV. And even though it hailed on our crops, and leaked in through a trailer vent right over our bed, it was amazing. Rejuvenating. Affirming.

 

Farm Days: Life in a Trailer ~ The story of starting a small farm in Alberta

 

The rest of the summer might go by in a blur of weeding, hot days, unhappy cats, restless nights on an air mattress, and short supply of drinking water, but I will always remember firmly, the storm.

Because I have lived through many storms already.

God has not taken me this far, to leave me. Nor you.

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