Sunday, July 8, 2018

On Homesteading



I cannot tell you how hard it is to give up having a social life, spending weekends buried in farm chores, resting in between when I can't go any further. How tough it is on the body to stoop over and clean out a water jug or brooder or grab a newly laid egg. How heartbreaking it is when the local varmint eats your newly planted flowers or one of your favorite hens dies. How aggrivating it is to water that garden you broke your back to plant daily, sometimes twice, so it stays living. How frustrating it is to need things that time will bring to your door to create a nicer environment for you and your homestead. Or how rewarding it is to call this farm and home yours at the end of the day when the stars shine bright and the rooster stops crowing. I wouldn't trade it for the world. It is my world and I'll keep at it until I cannot possibly do anymore....


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