So the adventure begins...

If you told me nearly 9 years ago when I married my husband, Ryan, I would be living a Farmer Jane's life, I would have laughed.  In your face. Hard.  Something, like, soda probably would have come out my nose.  We were living in a one bedroom apartment in a booming little town east of Sacramento.  We had our little garden that consisted of strawberries, peppers, and tomatoes on our balcony, but it is nothing compared to what we have now.  It's taken us a little over 7 1/2 years to slowly move northeast to the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas in Northern California.  We bought our house (now our homestead) in March of 2011, and have been transforming it into the farm you see today.  We are about 20 minutes away from the birthplace of the California gold rush in 1848.  Yup, that's how far we are from sprawling suburbia. :) On clear nights, we see stars, not street lights. 

9 years ago, I had never milked anything in my life.  Today, I milked our newly acquired mini-Nubian goat, Lizzy. Twice.  I got 8 eggs today from our flock of free-range chickens.  9 years ago, I couldn't even make scrambled eggs.  I'm considering heading to Hobby Lobby tomorrow to start making my own soap.  9 years ago, I should have own stock in Bath & Body Works. The list goes on and on.  It's amazing to see the transformation this Farmer Jane was undergone in the last 9 years. 

Though, tomorrow is a new day...