After I graduated from college I moved down to Pennsylvania for a year to "get away" from the farm. I had a job where I worked 6 AM till 3 PM. So, I had evenings and weekends to do with as I pleased. My Saturdays usually started off with sleeping in, slowly getting up and getting breakfast, eventually I would do some cleaning or shopping, and it would usually end with watching a movie, reading a book, or spending time with friends. Well, when I moved back to the farm, I was abruptly reminded of how a farmer’s work is not only done Monday-Friday. There is no sleeping in and lazily getting up whenever you feel like it.
It is 11:30 AM right now on a Saturday morning and so far, morning barn chores have been done, the house was cleaned, laundry is almost done, cookies have been baked, more pipelines have been scrubbed, calf pens have been cleaned out, trough liner has been fixed, and other odd jobs have been completed. Sometimes I wish I could go back to laying around in my PJ’s all day however, it is a great feeling to be a part of something bigger then yourself. Our hard work means that we have a beautiful and comfortable place to live, our animals are well taken care of, and we are able to sell milk that is then turned into cheese for your consumption. Our hard work means that we can take pride in our home and in our heritage.
Hello, if you are a follower of this blog you will remember that Angela was doing the blogs. Well, things have gotten busy for her and so Stan, her dad, is filling in for now. I am not as techno savy as her so I am not sure how this will work but I am going to try and post on a hopefully regular basis.