When we began building this farm, we had a long-range plan and a commitment to pick away at it year to year until the entire dream became a reality. Part of this strategy included trust and patience that we could start small – small plants, small flocks and herds, and small experiments – while we learned what works and what does not.
We are now approaching our third anniversary of moving into the house, but the seventh
anniversary of beginning work on the farm. Each spring, I marvel at how things have grown and developed according to plan. The prairie is well established and we have gotten to the point now where we know what to expect to see as the season progresses. The balance of the wildflower bloom changes from year to year, depending on the weather conditions and the maturity of the growth. One of the wonders of a prairie is that the roots grow very deep and protect the land from erosion and drought damage.
We add perennials to the landscape each year and can buy small inexpensive plants, knowing we have the luxury of time to let them grow and fill in their spaces at a leisurely rate. Case in point is the peony bush I put in a few years ago. Last year I got three beautiful blooms that lasted about two days before rain and cold turned them to brown wilted pom poms.
This year it has finally taken off and holds at least fourteen stems with big flower buds preparing for a June blossom. I have always loved peonies and had imagined a huge bush with soft pink blooms in front of the barn. This looks like the first year my dream will come true. From here on in, it will only get better.
In a fast-paced world where I expect quick response time and unlimited information at my fingertips, the slow but steady progress of a farm is a sure way to keep me grounded and remembering that good things come to those who wait.