

The Journey of a Beginning Farmer :: As a child I spent most of my life in town living with my mom, but whenever I visited my Dad and his side of the family it was on the farm. From my earliest memories I have always wanted to be a farmer (except when I wanted to be a cowboy). Now, I am trying to fulfill that dream. This will be a journal of that journey :: my research, my joys, my frustrations, and all of the things that go along with the beginning farmer.
3 comments:
I don't think we were ever designed to do this gig by ourselves.
I see we both have the same nail container..
It's probably more true of all of life than we realize, but it is good to have tasks like farming (and conversations about literature) that require us to remember our need for communities, to be part of a body. It was good to see your family and be reminded of our times as co-laborers; missed you, though!
Glad to see you have help. I think country folk tend to rely on their neighbors more - because we have to!
I hope you're going to post more details about your hog shelter. That would be very interesting.
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