The bright idea of owning a small hobby farm actually belongs to me. An interior designer by trade, I wasn’t completely fulfilled by my job. I wanted something more, something ELSE aside from working nonstop. When Anthony and I began discussing retirement and where we would end up, we finally agreed upon the Midwest. I had one condition – either live in the city, preferably downtown Chicago, or on a farm. I wanted a complete life change, not to move from one suburb to another. Anthony completely rejected the city living idea, probably based upon the fact that he couldn’t have his fishing boat in close proximity at all times. After many
nights months of pleading my case to Anthony, the idea began to catch on. I showed him books about chickens, pictures of adorable miniature Sicilian donkeys and explained the benefits of having a lot of land to live on. (Most cops love the idea of living a quiet life with not many people around, usually a result of years of dealing with many difficult people and situations.) And it all worked.
I hope to grow armloads of gorgeous flowers, preserve and bake to my heart’s content, raise lots of farm animals, redesign our farmhouse and document every single minute of it.