Why My Animals "Live on Dirt"

My granddaughter, Collette, with one of my Maremma puppies. She one of the many reasons why I live in the ugly, dry, drought-stricken Dust Bowl of Central California.

I have been getting a lot of criticism from people because my animals "live on dirt". I would just like to explain to you all that farming doesn't look the same in California as it looks in Vermont, Virginia or pretty much most of the rest of the country and if you are expecting my farm to look like yours and judging me because it doesn't you are both ignorant and cruel.

I live in the Central Valley of California. This is where most of the food in the country is grown, all watered by a huge irrigation system. Back when we first moved here (I'm from Tennessee and my husband is from Maryland) it used to rain only in the winter. We had two seasons. Dirt and Mud. But for about a decade we have been in a severe drought. We get almost no rain and very little snowfall. The snow is what our irrigation systems run on. We have been in such a severe drought for so long that wells are drying up, mature trees are dying and farms are closing. New housing developments are not even allowed to put in lawns in some areas. Only rock gardens and drought tolerant plants. Or fake grass. In some areas entire towns have dried up. On our farm alone we have lost 30-40 mature trees. They just died and fell down or had to be cut down. Almost all of my neighbors and friends have had to put in new wells, because their wells dried up. We are just waiting for it to be our turn.

So why do my animals "live on dirt"? Because there's no water to make grass grow. There's no rain and not enough water to irrigate such luxuries as grass. Even our small lawn struggles to make it. I buy every bite my horses and goats eat, in the form of alfalfa and other hay. This costs me over $2000 a month and it's getting harder and harder to even find, much less afford.

I love grass, rain and trees. Unfortunately those are luxuries I can't have, at least not enough of. So why do I stay in such an ugly, brown dust bowl, you ask? My family. My husband served 40 years in the Navy. We had 6 kids during that career and we spent the last part of his tour here, in the dust bowl. And our children grew up, settled down, got married and had kids. We now have 12 grandkids and they all live in California. We did move back east for a time. Bought a farm in Virginia, where we had all the grass, rain and trees we wanted. But we left half of our family here, in the dust bowl. And with it we left our hearts. So we moved back here. We gave up our 12 acres of green grass in Virginia and willingly moved to the ugliest place on earth. Because though we love grass, trees and rain, we love our family more. So if you want to criticize me because my animals "live on dirt" and everything I own is coated with a thick layer of dust you go right ahead. I know what really matters. And I know farms shouldn't be judged on such silly things are whether they are made of grass or dirt.

• Drought in California Growing Threat 
• Central California in Exceptional Drought
• Feds Predict 0% Water for Valley Farmers in 2022
• Historical Drought in Central California

About 8 months of hay for my goats and horses.