Summer comes along, fruit starts filling out the farmers market. My tomato plants in chilly Arcata produce a measly few but delicious cherry tomatoes. I realize that the plum trees by my parents house in warm Vancouver must be going mad with delicious, sweet, juicy Italian plums right now. There are strawberries and blackberries and blueberries and peaches and figs- I had a dream a dream about figs last night; I was declaring to someone how figs are the ultimate candy, only much more articulately than that. Chilly Arcata has a million fig trees, but in the 4 years that I've been here (3?) I've never seen one ripe fig on any of them.
The point of this is- I start to itch. I try to ignore it, but it gets worse and worse and then terrible. I try to appease it by planting things in pots. I by grapes and currants and kiwis to hold for the day that I can finally plant them. I start to go absolutely crazy to plant some fruit. I need a little piece of land to grow things on before this kills me.
I found a 5 acre parcel of pasture right down the road from where Bran's family lives, just east of Portland. Very affordable. The mortgage payments would be less than what we're paying for rent right now. So I started foaming at the mouth. But we aren't going anywhere for at least 2 years. Which makes me want to cry. And Brandon isn't really down with living in a tent while I build a house in a cow pasture.
There's cheap land about an hour east of us that would be perfect for growing things, but we're only going to be here another 2 years, and the trees wouldn't fruit for at least 3, so what would be the point, even if we could afford it on top of our rent?
I wish we just had the damn money. Bran says that wouldn't be any fun, that it's so much more fun to find creative ways to pay for it (so much fun to wait an indefinite period of time to start doing what I desperately need to do?) but I think it would be plenty of fun to be able to just start.
Someday.
The point of this is- I start to itch. I try to ignore it, but it gets worse and worse and then terrible. I try to appease it by planting things in pots. I by grapes and currants and kiwis to hold for the day that I can finally plant them. I start to go absolutely crazy to plant some fruit. I need a little piece of land to grow things on before this kills me.
I found a 5 acre parcel of pasture right down the road from where Bran's family lives, just east of Portland. Very affordable. The mortgage payments would be less than what we're paying for rent right now. So I started foaming at the mouth. But we aren't going anywhere for at least 2 years. Which makes me want to cry. And Brandon isn't really down with living in a tent while I build a house in a cow pasture.
There's cheap land about an hour east of us that would be perfect for growing things, but we're only going to be here another 2 years, and the trees wouldn't fruit for at least 3, so what would be the point, even if we could afford it on top of our rent?
I wish we just had the damn money. Bran says that wouldn't be any fun, that it's so much more fun to find creative ways to pay for it (so much fun to wait an indefinite period of time to start doing what I desperately need to do?) but I think it would be plenty of fun to be able to just start.
Someday.
