In our minds, life is divided into two parts: life at the cottage and life at the farm. I spend the morning and the better part of the day here at the cottage and in the city taking care of chores, shuttling kids to and from school, cooking, cleaning, etc. Then in the afternoon the kids and I head out to the farm to take care of the animals, run around in the open space, and check up on the hubby, who spends most of his day at the farm working on the house. In my daydreams of how this would work, there was a garden involved. A huge beautiful garden which I would tend to every afternoon when we made our way out of the city, and from which I would already be harvesting all the vegetables we could ever want.
Once again, however, my daydreams have been shoved aside by reality. My garden site is currently also the "Junk Pile" site, which means I would have to relocate a 6-foot-high pile of old wood complete with nails and 90-year-old insulation to even access plantable dirt. I will also be needing a rototill. Or, preferably, a tractor. And, while we're talking about things I need, I will also be needing a different perspective on slogging through mud in the rain and cold, because it seems like I will be doing a lot of that in the garden, as well. All that to say that my dreams of a huge garden have been put on hold for now, in the face of reality.