Kiss of the Rabbit Lady
Small Farmer's Journal, Spring 2005, Vol. 29, No. 2

 

 

 

 

 

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We sold our 200 acre sheep dairy farm in Wisconsin just as urban sprawl from Minneapolis/St. Paul – nearly an hour away – began to reach our small farming community. City folk in increasing numbers had begun to realize that a ¼ acre lot in Minneapolis cost about the same as a 40 acre lot with a small house in the country, just a hop, skip and a jump down the highway in their BMW

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So, we ran. Well, to be honest, we fled … thinking there must be more remote places to live our rural lifestyle – places that were protected from the encroachment of civilization, places where people still realized that all eggs weren’t created equal, that meat wasn’t “born” in plastic wrappers on little pink Styrofoam trays, and that a bag of 5-10-5 fertilizer could be easily replaced with a scoop of cow manure. We sold the farm (not to a developer, which would have netted twice the profit, but to a nice couple from St. Paul who were ready to shed their city skins and take on the farming lifestyle), piled our three children into an old camper and filled out the paperwork to immigrate to Quebec. And off we headed, to discover greener pastures on the other side of the fence.