I moved to Colorado with my family 7 years ago, of course back then I hated it here. I am still a California girl at heart, and at eleven years old I remember going to church and trying hard to stay mad and not make any friends at all. See, my plan was if my parents could see that I didn't have any friends and I hated it here that they would move my family back to California. Although, it didn't work out quite like I thought it would.
It's always been easy for me to make friends, when I was younger my Sunday school teacher made me the greeter I would go up to the kids that were new or quiet and ask them if they wanted to be my friend.
I made some of my very best friends that way.
Anyway, back to when I got here to Colorado the first two weeks, I didn't make any friends, and I was extremely bored. On the third Sunday of going to our new church, a girl named Emily came and sat next to me in the back of the large room we were in, and asked me what my name was. I knew my plan was failing, I didn't want to be mean to this girl and so I told her, and thus started my first friendship in Colorado, after that I just kept meeting more and more friends and it was impossible for me to hate Colorado anymore.
Fast forward a few years, and our family was renting a beautiful house in the suburbs, and I got my very own room all to myself, for the first time ever! A few months after, I was talking to my mom about wanting chickens, my mom told me she didn't think we were allowed to have them. So, I looked it up online and found an article by a man who funny enough actually lived in the same area as we did. He had chickens, and said we were allowed to have up to four chickens in our area. It was my first glimmer of hope that we might have some soon. I started doing more and more research and pretty soon we had had our little flock.
So, now we had Josie (the Barred Rock), Daisy (The Orpington),and Ruby and her sister Lulu (The Rhode Island Reds). Several months later...we were dog sitting, and the dog got into the backyard while the chickens were free ranging and killed our sweet Josie girl, we buried her in the backyard.
Fast forward a few more years and we get to when we were finally ready to get our own farm. We traveled and stayed with friends and family, for what felt like months. We went to see houses and found one that my mom got a good feeling from, it was really storming outside that day and right as we were about to leave, a bolt of lightning struck the hill behind the house.
And thus, Lightning Hill Farm, was born, we fell in love with our house.
Our farm has grown so much since then, so many fun adventures, and hopefully more to come.
That's all for now folks check back next time, for more stories by a city girl turned country. Bye ya'll!
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