You wake me before the dawn, stirring the passion within. The excitement of a new day, a new challenge, a new chore. I will miss you when you’re gone. The scent of hydrangea invades my thoughts as I step out from my house into the cool, fall, morning air. Stems bowed from the weight of […] Read more
When I’m gone from farming
A retiring farmer thinks about what he will most remember about his farming career
