of the year 2010 I mean. This has been a long and grudging year. The farm is still around and kicking, it truly is a way of life. Sometimes I think my sisters and I forget that, that it isn't about the chores we do each day, it's about self preservation.
Farming is a time old tradition, in which we provide for ourselves from the land that is under our feet. I love this, and will never take it for granted again. There have been times when I talked about giving up, selling it all, and getting a day job. That's not what I want for my life, or for my family's. I have learned so much from the things we have done. I appreciate life and the food I eat so much more knowing the hard work that goes into planting a garden or butchering the turkey for Thanksgiving. Scooping stalls truly is a test of perseverance, as well as physical endurance. I love what I do, I love what I will do.
My grandfather was a farmer and gave it all up for love, and raised my mom. But I don't think he would have been so wise had he not been raised on a farm. Farming is in our blood and so is our love for the land.
I am a farmer, and I'm creating something great.
