When I was 13 my mother plucked us out of the busy and populated city life of Brooklyn, NY and transplanted me and my brothers and sister's in rural Pennsylvania. Needless to say we weren't too thrilled. After school we had to collect eggs, milk the goats, lug hay around, and of course water the garden. It's hilarious to me now that I ever thought this was a bad thing, because now that I am an adult that little pink and blue house we lived in is my dream house. Dustin and I can't wait to buy some land and live far away from town, grow our own food, and have goats!
Since then my siblings, myself, and my mother have all moved around the country. My mother found an adorable little farm to live on in North Carolina after I graduated high school and she was there for about seven years before she ventured out west to be closer to me and my older brother. She left her big house, lovely garden, and all those adorable farm animals behind to move into the trailer park that we now both live in! Now, that is what I call love!
The first thing she did when she landed here in Boulder, CO was plant her garden. It has been two years now and the garden is exploding with veggies and fruit, my mother has become a certified permaculturist, and she has a beautiful little urban farm. She even convinced our little park to allow her to keep chickens. She is awesome.
She asked me to make her a sign for her urban farm and this is what I came up with! I love the look of painting on old windows, and it fits her space so well. I will be sharing more photos of her in her garden at some point this week, so watch out!