Wednesday, June 13, 2007

A Dream Realized

We're all familiar with that age-old question that adults seem to always ask little kids: So what do you want to be when you grow up? You can only expect those typical hum-drum answers: a fireman, a ballerina, a teacher, and so on. But not me. I was definitely a lone reed in my dream career path. I wanted to be a farmer's wife. Not a farmer and not a wife but the combination, two-in-one, more-bang-for-your-buck, dynamic duo package: farmer's wife. Most likely I thought it would be fun to wake up early in the morning and milk cows and retrieve chicken eggs. Alas, I'm not a farmer's wife but a seminarian's wife (though I do wake up early and cook eggs every morning.) Yet the dream lives on thanks to Huber's Farm in Starlight, Indiana.



That's right! Just across the Ohio River, a mere thirty minutes from our home, is Huber's Farm where you can pick your own produce and feed farm animals much to your heart's content. Our hearts have obviously been very content as we've been twice in the past month. The first time Kevin & I went, we picked eight pounds of strawberries between the two of us and have since engorged ourselves with lots of smoothies and strawberry ice cream.



Our second visit this past Saturday was with a dear family with whom we've gotten to be quite good friends--the Wind family. The Winds live in East Asia with their two little girls and are involved in the kind of work that we would like to do in the future. They are in the States for six months before heading back over the pond to their overseas home. We have been so encouraged by the time we've been able to spend with them because it's like looking at our own lives fast-forwarded five years.

Our day at the farm with the Winds was quite the adventure. This time Kevin and I had an excuse to do all the kiddie attractions since we were actually with kids!

We made lots of friends that day. Some normal, like sweet Clara Anne (the little girl that is, not the pony):





And some not-so-normal, like Clara Anne's daddy (the man with the fashionable hat this is, not the goat):





Be careful you safe (no, that's not a typo but just Chiner talk in honor of the Winds) for the goats because they will eat your hands and clothing. And their spit is really sticky.



And take caution too that the goats don't steal your baby. I think this one is after Chloe.



So after our fun day at the farm, am I going to abandon my life as a seminary wife in order to seek out my dream of farming splendor? Most likely not. As least if Kevin promises to take me back during blueberry picking season!

7 comments:

Rachel said...

You Peeks seem to have some really great and interesting adventures. I hope Kevin (Graham) and I get to come and see you guys when we are in Virginia later this year.

Kevin & Becky Peek said...

Doesn't my wife do wonderful posts. I think that she looks especially good as cob of corn. As for myself I always knew that I was a stallion at heart, and the picture only proves it.

Chris & Sarah Peek said...

You're posting habits of old are back! This is three posts just this month! Maybe you can take Chris & I on a field trip once we get down there and we can all go play with animals and pick our own produce!

gerlthouse said...

What do my kids want to be when they grow up? Well, Max wants to take out the trash at Chick-Fil-A and Anna Kate wants to be a truck driver or a cowgirl.

ashley said...

this is great! ha. Love the goat-stealing-kid crack. So hilarious you wanted to be a farmer's wife. I'll bet you really liked the three blind mice song. I wanted to be a dolphin trainer.(this came about after I visited Sea World). I found out today in the random question game, that Nick actually wanted to be a dolphin trainer also. Amazing.

Kevin & Becky Peek said...

Well, if we are sharing what we wanted to be when we grew up, then you should all know that I aspired to be a clown. I even found out that there was a school that trained you to be one. When I told my mom, she responded by telling me that I would have to pay for it. This was devastating as I had very little money, thus crushing any hopes of ever making clowndom.

Matt and Terra said...

I wanted to be a purple tree for awhile, but I was then told that a person cannot become a tree...especially a purple one. It was an earth shattering realization. You two have so much fun!