25 Days of Thankfulness

Day 5 -

our suburban farmstead

Landon doing his "chores"
feeding the chickens their scraps

I grew up in Northern California, as did RJ, so we are both used to big tress and cheap(er) land. And I'm not about to complain about living near the beach but you do have to spend a million-bazillion dollars to have any amount of property OR you have to move to Santa Paula (where its only a million-trillion dollars) and Santa Paula is HOT.

So we do the best we can with the slice we've got. I love that our boy is growing up on a mini-farm. He might not have the horses, sheep, hay bales and front-yard-pig-slaughtering experiences that I had, but he is learning to take care of animals, collect chicken eggs, and water the garden. It's the best of both worlds: a neighborhood with friends right across the fence and a henhouse to muck. We are blessed.