We took the twins to Old McCaskill’s Farm in Rembert in Kershaw County on Sunday. It was sheep-shearing time, so they got to see some of that. They also rode on a couple of Marsh Tacky horses, held chicks, petted rabbits and baby goats, and had fun on a tire swing.
I recommend it, next time there’s an event like that. Here’s the calendar.
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Old McCaskill had a farm? A – E – I – O – U!
I have a fantasy where I own a small farm and raise goats and German Shepherd Dogs. It remains and will remain but a fantasy.
Pursue happiness. My goal is a cabin on some lake in Alaska.
I assure you, I have no fantasies that involve Alaska…
I realize that I have zero experience with rural life, and am most likely not cut for it. I used to fantasize about being a concert pianist or a jazz singer, too. I totally realize that those lives, IRL, really suck on the parameters that matter to me. I hate to travel for one thing.
The farm fantasy is about living somewhere peaceful and bucolic, with gorgeous weather all the time…maybe a couple of storms now and then for variety, but….I suppose I could hack Vermont, with a generator, but most country inhabitants around here scare me. Too many Confederate flags flying. The real life version would not suit me, I think.
I like being able to walk everywhere if it suits me, and drive ten minutes to get whatever groceries I need, or peruse Target….
I still have a fantasy of finishing up a sci-fi story that I started >30 years ago…or maybe the other one I started just last year…
Uh WRITING both, respectively…
You got me beat. I can never finish sci if I start reading……
I’d like an urban place big enough for a garden and a flock of chickens. If I could walk or drive a golf cart everywhere I need to go, even better.
And a nice big dog park nearby!