In truth, I'm not gifted for farm life and the Man of the House has no desire for farm life. It's just not going to happen.
But the dream persists. ::sigh::
So, if you can't live on a farm, if you don't live on a farm, if you won't ever live on a farm but wish you could, did and would, I have discovered the next best thing to being there!!
Oh, this game is fun with a capital F-U-N!!
Look at the adorable game markers . . . John Deere hats! Even a pink one for idealistic, unrealistic, wannabe farm girls.
Here's the family farm I inherited in this game. I was glad to see that even though I'm out in the sticks of farm country, I still have quite a nice back deck and pool . . . with a giant John Deere tractor backing right up to it.
Youngest Son was the "banker," and I was loving, loving, loving the mental math skills the game required.
By the time the game was over, I had purchased seed, plowed my land, been mercilessly attacked by rootworm, had my soil inspected by the Department of Ecology, narrowly missed a flood, sold my crop, and bought a lottery ticket at the farmer's supply store (just as much of a waste of money in a board game as in real life . . . I really should have known better!)
For a one-hour period I was a farm owner, with all its accompanying joys and struggles, victories and disappointments. I got to strategize, analyze, plot and plan for the success of my farm, all without coming into contact with dirt, large machinery, or demanding livestock. Ah, it was sweet!
I think playing this game once a week should keep my farm cravings satisfied . . . for now.