For the last three years or so, my hubby and I have spent most of our Saturday mornings in the Vancouver suburb of Langley. We go to the livestock auction to buy and sell chickens and quail, hit Otter Co-op for breakfast and chicken feed and then enjoy our coffee while we drive around ogling farms.
Pretty much every morning you’ll find Jeff coffee in hand, perusing the MLS for our dream farm.
We both have a pretty clear vision of what our dream farm looks like. We’ve even found it a couple of times . . . only one problem – the price tag was in the many millions of dollars. Seeing as how we don’t even play the lottery, the chances of us winning are pretty slim . . .
So. What to do.
We’re keeping the faith. We keep looking. We trust our forever farm will find it’s way home to us.
Saturday last, while on our regular morning drive, we went a little ways out of our normal search area to look at a two acre parcel for sale. (Within our budget, egads!!!)
Turns out, like most properties in our budget, it was a complete piece of crap.
But across the street . . .