Life at The Abbey (a blog of a 62 year old city woman’s life on a farm)

My First day on the farm was wonderful, fresh air, gentle breezes, and sunshine; everything I was looking for … wonderful! That evening I watched a magnificent red and blue sunset that simply took my breath away. I climbed into bed radiating the thought that I had finally found the peace and quiet I so longed for. Nirvana in farm life.

“It’s too quiet. Way too quite! How can you sleep in such quiet?” 2:30 AM, I am still awake. I am listing to nothing --absolutely nothing. I need sound…. Just a little noise! How the hell can anyone sleep without noise, I’d settle for the droned sound of tires on pavement.

Frustrated, I unpacked the radio, turning it on to the wonderful sounds of static. I immediately fell asleep.

Ruth

My First Blog

So, I should start out with, I am a city girl (I use this term girl loosely). All my life I lived in the city. I grew up with the hustle, bustle, and sounds of a big city, the quick heart beat of society, and at the age of 62, I wanted out! It was all too much, I was tired of work , fed up with people, and sick of spending my life on the freeway. I quit!

After reading an article about a stock broker who bought a farm, raised goats, made cheese and became well off; I thought, I could do that. I like farms, especially ones away from the city -- a long way from the city. Goats are good, too; they’re cute creatures. Sure, maybe goats? Just as I was toying with the goat idea, I saw an alpaca. It was love at first sight. They should come with a WARNING: “They steal your heart, and are very, very addictive.”

A month later, I and three alpaca and moved to the new farm. I called it “The Abbey” and decided to name all the animals, "The little sisters and brothers of The Abbey”.

Ruth