Tonight the Mister and I went on a drive. As old people, we sometimes drive around seemingly aimlessly, not because we're lost, but because we are found.
No, this is not a tent revival.
As we were driving, I counted no less than 5 empty barns. Once upon a time, these were thriving homesteads, with the farm owners taking pride in the places they were keeping. Now as the old-timers are heading to their eternal homes, the farms are standing empty. Or worse. They are housing city-folk posing as country-folk. Sound harsh? Not when you see a perfectly good 5 acre field being mowed with a lawnmower, and the only animal on the property is a frou-frou dog who sees the groomer as often as I see the inside of the refrigerator.
|Chickens expressing their chickeness.|
What I saw broke my heart. And this old farm girl even shed a few tears for all that has been lost. Whether it's a lack of motivation, exorbitant taxes/upkeep, or shortage of funds, these small homesteads are disappearing. Soon, the big beautiful barns will be gone, replaced by housing developments and acres of concrete. And once this happens, the farms will never come back. It's referred to as progress. The homes they were replaced with will be replaced by even bigger homes, or worse, concrete jungles with soaring buildings as far as the eye can see.
|Cows expressing their cowness.|
I guess what I'm sad about is the fact that society as a rule, thinks that being a farmer is beneath them. It is the work of peasants. It is not a noble profession.
Society as a rule, is pretty clueless.
Here's the thing. I don't care if you live on a corner city lot, or in a high-rise apartment with a view of another high-rise building. I don't care if you live in subsidized housing, or in a trailer in a park. You may be lucky enough to live on an old homestead with a big old barn that is just, well, old. Or you may live in a subdivision with neighbors who share the same schedules as yourself. It doesn't matter where you lay your head at night, what matters is what you do with it while you're awake. Maybe you only have room to plant 1 bucket with a tomato plant in it. You're a farmer. Be the best tomato farmer you can be. Maybe you only have room for a couple of backyard chickens. Well, be the best chicken farmer that you can be. If you can plant a seed, grow a fruit tree, or even have room for larger animals, you are a farmer.
|Turkey's expressing their...oh, never mind. They were just happy to see us!|
Living in the country doesn't make one a farmer. Or a homesteader. It's what you do with it that matters.
Be the best farmer you can be in the place you are planted.