
Before Dh retired and while we both worked away from the home our days would be consumed with the must do jobs on “our farm” before we left for our paid work and then those must do jobs once home before settling down for a rest a night.
Weekends or days off rather would go something like this –
The days would go fairly fast one could be found starting off with the “must do” job then joggling things between tasks. You might have your eye on a burn off (if the permit was active you would burn all old debris/old papers etc, repairing fencing, vaccinating sheep, repairing chicken coop, pruning fruit trees, fertilizing garden and fruit trees, fixing that lean on the solar pump, weeding the vegetable garden, harvesting and or replanting as necessary, oops forgot this is the day the those two sheep are being slaughtered for the freezer so round them up and let them sit quiet for awhile, pressure clean the house and check gutters again, lay some more pavers out back for me it usually also included some form of preserving as well as baking and then cooking meals for the family, before I knew it I could be called out to do a little slashing or help holding something for a rebuild etc. The list goes on and on though I am sure you get the picture.
At the end of all this blood, sweat and tears kind of work it makes one think about the concept of what is a farm? From my point of view 5 acres or not, we are a real farm. I am a producer, maybe not as large as or in the same league as those other “real farms” but none the less I have a back yard (albeit a large one), I/we grow our own vegetables and fruit, keep chickens and sheep, have 3 separate garden areas, solar power, feed ourselves consuming approximately 60% from our own sources as well as others so I would say we produce and feed others and therefor yes we are a real farm.

Since we both retired our farm is our full time job and a never ending one it is too. It is also one we would not swap for love or money. All that aforementioned work is some would say – what life is like on it. But golly what a life!
Kathleen