WE BOUGHT THE FARM
Living their bucket list dream in Nova Scotia
I first heard the expression, “bought the farm,” in a book several years ago.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it.
It was just something people used to say in the 40s and 50s instead of saying that someone had died. It wasn’t until a few weeks before my husband Kenny and I were leaving our suburban, Ontario home for a 150-year-old farmhouse with two rundown barns on about five acres of hopefully farmable land in Nova Scotia, that I made the connection.
I had just worked my last nine-to-five and Kenny and I were at our local watering hole taking a much-needed reprieve from the purging and packing that had become our entire existence, when a familiar face joined us. He immediately coupled his arm across my shoulders and beamed, “So, you bought the farm, eh?”
On the inside, I was a cluttered mess of emotion… brimming with excitement and joy, but also struggling with my fair share of jittery apprehension. I met my old friend’s pint glass with my own and returned his wide grin with a gracious smirk. Indeed, we did buy the farm.
We travelled often, lived in a beautiful home in a wonderful community, our neighbours were some of our best friends, and I could even walk to work. Certainly, we had created a nice life, but somewhere scurrying through it while working opposite shifts, Kenny and I decided that this isn’t what we wanted. So, we decided to leave our comfortable lives to follow our innermost aspirations.
In life, knowing when to stop doing something is an art form unto itself. It’s much too easy to get caught up in the day-to-day hustle while balancing your existence. Often when you do realize it, it can be considerably intimidating to proceed. It’s a perfect storm when you decide it is time to stop something and you know what you want.
For us, it was an honest breakthrough. We wanted to get back to nature and connect with our food, somewhere we could unite with the rhythm of the tides, and seasonal shifts. We wanted to work purposefully together to create something beneficial and rewarding. We intended to do something that some people never get the chance to do, or wait until before death to do. We were buying the farm!
The search for our homestead ended on a cold morning in late March just down the road from a little fishing village on the Fundy shore. Although it wasn’t promptly evident to me that this is where we would happily lay our roots, when I did grasp it, there was no looking back. We went home, sold our house, and when I went to sleep at night I dreamt of working the fields near the ocean on our thriving pasture. Kenny and I named our cherished new endeavor, Two Birds One Stone Farm.
We are only on the threshold of this great new adventure. We have an enormous to-do list, and so much to learn. Tomorrow morning, we are going to pick up our little tractor, and we have a field full of golden rod to attend to. We’re in unfamiliar waters, no doubt, but it’s what makes sense in my soul.
Making the decision to live rurally and get into farming was really about finding a way to combine my favourite things. I love being outside with my hands in the soil, and I’m passionate about nature. Not unlike our move, this recipe brings together many of my favourites – the flavours I love most in one simple, easy to eat taco.