Owning a little farm is one of my most longed for goals in life. I don’t need 500 head of sheep or a giant combine harvester; I just yearn for some acreage to have a proper veggie garden, a small orchard; some goats, sheep, pigs and a cow or two to fatten up and eat. Oh, and chickens! And a dam full of yabbies and perhaps some native fish that can outsmart yabbies – Perch or Bass maybe. Probably a rescue donkey and some ponies. Enough space to spread out and really breathe, be close to the food that we eat, and experience working with the land. Ethical farming on a small scale.

Mr BC, who has experienced actual life on a farm, thinks that I am delusional. I disagree, but it’s a moot point. We’ve put down roots in suburbia, and those roots are so deeply entrenched that my dream of living on a farm has been put on hold, at least until the littlest one has finished high school. There is always the hope that we can purchase a little farmlet to visit on the weekends. Shh, don’t tell the husband! It will be a lovely surprise.


We recently had the opportunity to visit Tommerup’s Farm, a dairy farm situated in the Scenic Rim region of South East Queensland, that produces milk for Norco, among others. It was a great afternoon spent feeding some animals, wandering freely about the place, sampling and buying some gorgeous local produce, and just … taking it all in, I guess. There where fresh eggs, local honey, wines, milk, amazing cheese from White Gold Creamery, freshly made lemonade, and baked goods, among others to sample and buy.  It’s great to be part of the landscape rather than look at it on a screen for a change. The boys enjoyed themselves more than they thought they would, and I felt happy that they could see that animals destined for the plate can be treated ethically and respectfully. Even Mr BC had a little moment with the calves, who are fed on home made muesli and named after famous chefs – Neil Perry had the most gorgeous eyelashes. All the children got to smash pumpkins on the ground, then feed them to very enthusiastic piglets. Daily life for some, but so much fun for these suburban boys.


We left listening to the boys talk about how much they would love to live on a farm, and after cuddling chickens all afternoon begged for chicken for dinner! I was worried that Mr 12 would suffer from hay fever but this was not the case, all that fresh country air has benefits after all.  Not once did they complain about not having their iPods, but we did have a long discussion about what sort of work is required to live a farmers life. Jokes on you, Mr BC! No one in this family is scared of hard work.


Do you dream of the farming life? Do you think you would turn vegetarian or would you be happy to eat an animal you’ve raised? I feel really strongly that existing on this earth means a delicate balance of being part of the food chain while respecting all living creatures, which is why I thought it would be a great idea to take the boys to a farm where animals are treated so nicely. Also, you know – cheese samples.

NB: We were guests at Tommerup’s Dairy Farm for their Gourmet in Gumboots afternoon. They have regular events, and also offer farmstay accommodation.