I have fulfilled a lot of my farmgirl dreams right here in the suburbs. Because after all, city girls don’t have conversations like these:
My friend Heather - “Hi Val. I was thinking… I am going to be at my family reunion in Montana this week and all my raspberries are ripe. Do you want to come pick them?” Um. Yes please!
Me - “Hey! So… just wanted to let you know that one of your roosters is in our back yard. The kids tried to catch it but it ran across the street into the neighbors yard. If we can get it, Cyan will bring it to you.”
It’s good to know other city farmers like us.