Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Friday, May 28, 2010
The Contest is Almost Over
It ends on June 4th. I would be most grateful if you took a minute to scroll through the wonderful entries and enjoy many aspects of farming and ranching.......and if you vote for mine...well that is great. You can vote once each day as long as the contest continues.
Well. this time I visited the entries beyond yours, what a wonderful bunch of talented folks out there sharing their pride in production, as I told my son when watching a CIA operative pretending to be a farmer - He isn't a real farmer, real farmers grow everything, especially families.
Wow, Earl. Lovely comment: ' real farmers grow everything, especially families.'
And TC - your storm-warning piece . . . the cadence, the ticking off of that check list that makes this city girl long for 'place'. Land and horizons and connections so rich and mundane.
And lines like this . . " to buy seed or off doing some other thing...."
We are left wondering, watching and waiting as the breeze whirls feathers and hay stems.
Earl, you are so right. I think you can see the love that farmers have for what they do shining through in every picture. The love of the land, of the animals, of the family they work with...it is all there in the pictures. And I love what you said about raising families. Ironically the very first Farm Side column I wrote over twelve years ago was titled, Raising the Most Important Crop, and was about farm kids. Thanks for your kind words
Cathy, wasn't it the nicest thing...what Earl said?
And it was so funny...the getting ready for the storm thing. The pony is small but he is a real stinker. I can handle horses reasonably well, but I don't work with him much. I had to force myself to go out and bring him in, fearing a confrontation of monumental proportions at the gate getting the halter on him. Of course he just stuck his head in it and waited for me to buckle it on. He did snort and tap dance all the way to the barn, but there was no malice in it, and we shared a good chuckle at his foolery. Then after all the running around I did...a good half hour or more worth of hurrying around.... there was no storm. lol And thanks, as always for your kind words...they make my day.
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Well. this time I visited the entries beyond yours, what a wonderful bunch of talented folks out there sharing their pride in production, as I told my son when watching a CIA operative pretending to be a farmer - He isn't a real farmer, real farmers grow everything, especially families.
Wow, Earl. Lovely comment: ' real farmers grow everything, especially families.'
And TC - your storm-warning piece . . . the cadence, the ticking off of that check list that makes this city girl long for 'place'. Land and horizons and connections so rich and mundane.
And lines like this . .
" to buy seed or off doing some other thing...."
We are left wondering, watching and waiting as the breeze whirls feathers and hay stems.
Gorgeous.
Earl, you are so right. I think you can see the love that farmers have for what they do shining through in every picture. The love of the land, of the animals, of the family they work with...it is all there in the pictures.
And I love what you said about raising families. Ironically the very first Farm Side column I wrote over twelve years ago was titled, Raising the Most Important Crop, and was about farm kids. Thanks for your kind words
Cathy, wasn't it the nicest thing...what Earl said?
And it was so funny...the getting ready for the storm thing. The pony is small but he is a real stinker. I can handle horses reasonably well, but I don't work with him much. I had to force myself to go out and bring him in, fearing a confrontation of monumental proportions at the gate getting the halter on him.
Of course he just stuck his head in it and waited for me to buckle it on. He did snort and tap dance all the way to the barn, but there was no malice in it, and we shared a good chuckle at his foolery. Then after all the running around I did...a good half hour or more worth of hurrying around.... there was no storm. lol
And thanks, as always for your kind words...they make my day.
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