What's in a name?

What's in a name? Would a pile of compost by any other name smell less malodorous? Many would have you think so, but I make is a personal policy not to discuss politics on the blog overmuch.
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Now this is some pork barrel spending I can live with!

Perhaps I never really discussed it on the Blog, but "Silvermoon Farm" is based on the name of the horse ranch my parents owned when I was a little tyke. I loved everything that land gave us-- the orchard, the perennial garden, the grassy meadows, the woods, the trees, the berry bushes and "the crick" of course.

"Silvermoon Farm" is a metaphor to me of recreating that ideal family farm environment for my own children, and speaks do my deep wish of finding another fertile and temperate corner of the world to make my own.

In the waking world however, my current farm isn't exactly blessed by a silvery moon.

We may be blessed with a distinct lack of a little something called "winter" down here in old Arizona, but there are a lot of other components to my American dream missing too-- like forests, green meadows, running water, and the occasional rain storm.
I love my rural life, and I love many things about the town I live, but our little leased 10 acre lot with a wall-less pole barn, in ground swimming pool and big garden is not quite a "Silvermoon Farm" all by itself.

It is a place deserving of it's own name, because it has represented something different. Our home here has seen us through what feels like it's seen us to our final adulthood. Many lifes' lessons and healing have been learned here, and it's also been a blessing to be the first place in our adult lives where we had the space to begin to scratch the surface of our dream. Last Christmas, I dreamed of keeping ducks. This year I had my first duck egg laid by Christmas. This Christmas I wished for my own dairy cow, and last week, Missy Moo, a belmont heifer joined the farm.
As the months go by, "10 acres with a barn and a pool" becomes more and more of an entry level homestead, between our ducks, our goslings, our cow, the horses, the garden and the farm dogs.

To that end, I would like to open a "name the desert farm" contest. I need to put some type of label on my duck eggs after all!

Winner will receive a "care package" from the farm with their choice of handmade "farm critter" stone earrings, or a bundle of fun fat quarters in addition to other surprise goodies.

Disclaimer: Do I need to say all entries become the property of this blog's proprietor upon submission? By participating in this contest you agree to waive rights to any kind of royalties.

Unless you want some duck eggs! I'm happy to share!

To enter, simply post a comment on this blog post with your suggestion!