I’ve always wanted to be a farmer. It’s hard to pinpoint why. Is it the notion of having a hand in producing food for other people? Knowing where it comes from and how it’s handled, being closer to the land and all that, right? Maybe it’s the ability to share such a fundamental requirement for life. I don’t know.
I say this with the full recognition that I have very little knowledge of farming practices. I don’t know anything about the diets or lifestyles of livestock, I couldn’t tell you a thing about soil, and I kill everything I plant. I didn’t grow up on a farm. I wasn’t a 4H kid. I am clueless. Regardless, I have always found myself drawn towards agriculture. My dream is to one day have a farm of my very own.
Last night, I had the pleasure of attending a barbeque at my department head’s farm. It was amazing. Such a peaceful, relaxing atmosphere. Such great company. (I mean the other grad students, but the animals were fun, too!)
I told him to let me know if I could ever do anything to help. This city girl is going to learn some farm skills one way or another!
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