Frühlingskabine is a very long, very confusing German word meaning “Spring’s Cabin”. Most of my family is of German or Swiss decent, but is was my dear Uncle Jack who named the original little farm house, Frühlingskabine, for my family. He was a man with great cynical wit and delivered sarcastic retorts with a sly little wink. We would like to remember him always by naming our homestead attempt in his honor.
Thus, Frühlingskabine Micro-Farm.
Our little family of three enjoys days on our always growing and ever evolving farm. We started this farm in the backyard of a rented quarter-acre lot. Even a small space couldn’t hold us back and for three-years we experimented, learned, and prospered. Everything started as a study to see not only what we could get away with, but also to observe first-hand what we wanted to experience in life.
Everyone starts somewhere and that tiny quarter-acre lot will always be our roots. Since starting on this grand journey three-years ago, we have purchased and moved to our first house. We now live on four and a half acres and have much more possibility of intrigue and adventure.
On our farm, we raise: a herd of French angora rabbits, a flock of chickens, a few hives of honey bees, turkeys, dairy goats, and Shetland sheep…. we don’t dare try to count them all. This blog documents our journey from the very beginning while we learn to live a more self-sufficient life through gardening, animal husbandry, and good ol’ do-it-yourself projects.
As for us, the workers, Trevor works at a full-time job during the week and helps me with the big projects on weekends. He is the beekeeper, barbecuer, builder, and also tempers all of my more whimsical ideas.
I am the one who wants to do everything. Raise rabbits for wool and meat, chicken everything, backyard fish farming, and build sheds and coops and greenhouses. I even was seconds away from bringing home a turkey from the feed store to grow out for the Thanksgiving table. Thank god I have someone to keep my feet on the ground!
Our daughter is now four years old and has learned so much in the three short years that we have led this life. She knows the path the deer take through our yard, she learned to count during egg collecting, she discovered that every creature has its purpose, and she knows with conviction that the food from the garden always tastes better than food that comes from a bag. I should also note that she is official “boss of the chickens” and can herd them back into their coop much more effectively than we can. We are so proud that she already knows more about real life than we did at that age. How wise she is.
It seems like the more time we spend moving backwards into a simple life, the more confident we are in what we want our lives to be like. Isn’t the journey what life is all about?