I have decided what my dream job would be. It doesn't require a degree, or even a high school diploma. It wouldn't necessitate being able to type, use the Microsoft Office suite, do data entry, or really even have good "people skills." I wouldn't demand a high wage, just room and board as compensation.
I want to be a 19th century farm wife.
I am envisioning a large kitchen with an enormous wooden farmhouse table, a massive wood burning stove, cold running water, and a huge pantry full of buckets of lime to keep the moisture down, salted, cured pork, and home preserved foods. Fruits and vegetables like jewels in shiny glass jars, and a chipped vase of wild flowers on the table.
Yeah, I'm totally digging that.
I have big plans for when we move back to Utah, though I've started working toward them here.
I want to have an amazing garden. Not just a pretty one, though. I want everything in my garden to be edible as well as beautiful. I don't just want shade trees--they will need to be either fruit or nut trees. I want living fences made of trained apple and pear trees. I want decoratively planted vegetables and edible flowers, with scented herbs.
We have such limited space in our little garden here, but we had quite a few vegetables and even a bit of fruit from it. Just imagine what we could do with a bit more space and a lot more sunshine.
By the way...
I baked some more bread today, and last time was not a fluke. It looks a bit wonky, but tastes fantastic. I could totally do that farm wife thing. Maybe.
