Redemption Farms

How did I get myself into this mess? Shortly after I got married, I was looking around at the 800 square foot house I owned, on a tiny lot, which was now filled to the brim with my Step-children and thought, these kids have to go outside and play. So began our search for a place with property. I wanted to grow tomatoes and raise turkeys. My husband, Dave, wanted enough weekend projects to keep him busy until he dies or sells everything and retires in a foreign country, with a lesser cost of living. It was 2010 and the market had hit rock bottom so what we found was an amazing piece of property on 36 acres . I named it Redemption Farms. I thought it would be dramatic to have a sign over the gate that just said “REDEMPTION”. The farm was an act of regaining something in exchange for payment. Through the act of farming, we bought our freedom. And so it came to pass that I became a farmer, an occasional blogger and vegetarian who slaughters animals. This mess suits me.
I have a day job. You have to be very wealthy to live in this part of California without a day job. I’ve been working at a 911 center since 2000. In 2014, I made the switch to working for a software company that serves the 911 industry. The switch allowed me to work at home, taking at least two hours of commute off of my work days. Dave is a farrier. (Horseshoer, to those of you who are not familiar.)
Other things you should know about me: I hate squirrels. I am a veteran. I read a lot. I’m an obsessive researcher when I’m planning something like a vacation or buying a lamp. I get overwhelmed by the size and scope of the grocery store. I’m a horse lover. I can as many pounds of tomatoes as my attention span will allow. I’m easily distracted. I get blamed for bringing home all of the freakish animals we have but it’s usually Dave’s doing. I am without political or religious affiliation. I’ve been told I am a libertarian. I’m a closet anthropologist. I like good food. I drink gin. I love to write. I have a hard time with brevity.