Big, bad, bold, brilliant dreams
Not far from our house – the mother of ugly – is a wonderful trail we like to hike that leads up to an amazing open field with sloped land, trees and a creek. It’s about 50 acres (in my poor efforts at estimation) and it’s called the Jackson Farm. Here’s a link to see a couple of pictures and find out how bad my estimate on the acreage was.
While walking the dogs along the path of the upper terrace section the other day, I thought about winning the lotto and buying Jackson Farm. It seems the City of Maple Ridge intends to preserve it as parkland, but it’s hard to say how long that will last with the urban pressures in the area. So, with a few tens of millions, I’d buy it – the whole thing – and I’d still keep it named Jackson Farm (unless The Renovator had major issues with that of course).
We’d build our dream home (insert sprawling rancher with vaulted ceilings and major windows) at the front of the upper terrace to overlook the valley and lower terrace. I’d put in a large fence and trees for privacy about 500 meters from where the trail lets into the field. On that 15 or so acres of private land, I’d put in a farm of vegetables and fruit. The land is flat and it would be amazing. The 5 acres or so at the mouth of the trail would be left as is so people could continue to use the trail and have part of the field to come to. I’d also build trails down the slope and into the lower bowl and up to the other side of the upper terrace.
In my big dreams and love of farmland, I’d lease out smaller parcels of the lower bowl and side terrace. Say 1/4, 1/2 and 1 acre plots. I’d put in a small parking lot at the edge of the upper terrace for dog walkers, hikers and these “spin farmers”. With the lease money from the farm parcels, I’d continue to improve the trails, put in benches, maybe even some doggie swimming pools.
I’d host events. Farm education weekends, environmental initiatives, perhaps late night meteor shower parties. It would be my own farming, dog-walking, recreational paradise that I could share with others. I’d maintain some privacy, but also have the ability to share and care for the land. We would run a private park, just like Williams Park in Langley.
I just hope I win the lotto soon. There’s a set of houses going in right next to the lower bowl. I’m heading out now to look at one with a friend and when I’m there I will look longingly over at the field and my dreams.
A writer since she first held a pen, Ronda Payne – aka: the Girl with a Pen, is passionate about words. In 2007, she kissed ‘real jobs’ goodbye and began her true career as a copywriter, non-fiction freelance writer (magazines and other periodicals) and creative writer.