I’m not usually one to talk much about myself, so this is odd for me. I grew up in a small rural area of northern Mississippi. My Dad was a plumber all my life, tho I do remember him helping out on his Dad’s farm when I was young (until I was about 10). We had a very large garden that I knew nothing about except doing what I was told. At that time, I was a geek in a rural body. I read (mostly sci-fi) constantly. I worked on computers from the age of 9 on up. I could think of nothing but getting out of there and getting to a big city somewhere. I joined the Air Force, got training in computer programming and got my dream job as a software developer outside D.C.
And I was miserable.
Along the way, I had been married, had kids, divorced. I was alone and nothing ever felt quiet right. It was about that time that I re-met and eventually married my first high school sweetheart. We moved just south of Nashville TN, and have now rented a 1.5 acre plot of land, and I am excited. I am 37 years old with no farm or livestock experience, but I am determined to turn this 1.5 acres into a productive homestead that not only provides 75% or more of our family food, but also provides some meager income as well.
This blog will chronicle my journey back to the farm that my grandparents and great-grandparents knew.