Rain coming in. Warmer than it has been but it feels cold. Oh, well.
Talked to my boy last night, which made me feel much better. He has left the farm for a job in the BIG city (yes, that big city) working construction. The dairy economy is ugly and the money is there, not here. I comfort myself knowing that farmers like us feed them all, all those busy, scurrying city folk, crammed together down there, hurrying around.....every pizza, every coffee with half and half, every French Fry or Big Mac....wouldn't be there without the people who work the land. It helps to know.
And so on we go.
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On behalf of cities, THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DO.
Ah, the hole-in-the-nest syndrome. Hang tough, 3C. Weaker people than you have gotten through it - like me, for instance.
Sorry about you missing Alan, he was a rock for you and I know how you are feeling, unfortunately it won't be all that long before my other one is gone!
Wonderful picture. So sorry that Alan had to resort to moving to the city to work...its sad.
I does help...they do come home...mine all have. They missed the country life and the county way of doing things. Although, they all have townie jobs.
Like you say there really isn't money on the farm.
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.scom
Jan, no thanks needed at all, we do what we do because we like doing it. Just finding the bright side of my boy being way down there.
aka, as if...you are no way weaker than I am. lol I miss him, but I guess adjusting to the new way of things is part of life. Not my favorite part though.
Lisa, and we thought putting them on the school bus the first time was hard! I am happy for him though. He deserves a better chance than there is here.
LInda, thanks. It is a shame to lose a kid from farming who knows all he does to a town job. He really could just about step in and run a farm...he has planted, harvested, planned, milked, bought, sold, repaired, doctored and all the things farmers do all his life. Now he is working with concrete.Nothing wrong with that, but....
LInda, when I think about how vital what farmers do...and yet so few of them can afford to do it. Sad.
... and a river runs through it.
Your son will always be a part of the land. It will always be in his blood, the same as family.
Sometimes kids have to leave to find their own way in the world. But they carry their roots with them, never far from their memories or in their dreams at night.
They are never really gone; they always come back to home, family, and the land that raised them.
My Friend.
This is all so big. I've been teary lately and have to say . . . your words inspire more.
It's all got to be alright. I watch documentaries on our forebears . . they way they had to push back at wilderness. No drugs, modern communication.
You can always reach your dear boy . .as I can mine in New Hampshire.
All will be well. And yes, I love my 3 glasses of milk and the creamy cheese on my au gratin potatoes last night and I do think of you and the work and caring that provides us city folk the wonderful gift of cows and those who work with them.
Keith, thank you so much for those words. They mean a lot. I know it will be okay..that my brothers left and came back...the days sure are different though. I sure am thankful for his cell phone and Facebook.
Cathy, Same with me...just kind of sad, makes it hard to write anything positive. I am so grateful for that modern technology. Makes everything easier to cope with. And thanks for being a dairy customer! We all appreciate it it muchly.
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