ON THE FARM
We went out to the farm the other day and it made me miss my grandpas. Believe it or not I wouldn't say I was a farm girl, but I have driven a tractor quite I few times. I remember sitting next to my grandpa in his combine as a little girl bouncing along for hours as we made the straight paths across the fields. But that smell of poop or corn kernels is not something that grosses me out. It reminds me of being in the barn with my grandpa and putting the feed out for the deer to eat. I was even more excited when we sat down for lunch. Everything we ate (meat included) was from their farm. And I loved that the mother was the one that did all the gardening and taking care of the animals. She is a stay at home mom plus she takes care of the land. They don't have anything big enough to need a tractor but their garden was not the small little urban gardens I am used to seeing. It was big! They grew everything from green beans, peas, squash, onions, tomatoes, cucumbers, apple trees, and the list goes on. So I really did eat fresh and organic that day.