Hard Work and Harder Choices
"May we all do a little bit better than the first time Learn a little somethin' from the worst times Get a little stronger from the hurt times..." Nobody likes to make the call. The call it quits call. Especially not born and bred farmers. “Another round, another field, one more day and we’ll have ‘er." "Just another hour, just another bin full, one more push, crank on it one more time.." "We’ll try it again next year…” But it is time. And that pains me so so much, but yet I am filled with peace all in the same breath... it’s a wild and overwhelming emotion. Dad has spent his life working, loving, breathing, sweating, bleeding, milking, cutting, growing, sawing, laughing, cussing, reaping, crying, praying, and living on this farm. He’s burned the midnight oil. And he's drank the burnt coffee at twenty after four in the morning before milking. He’s made a lot do with very little. He's hunkered down in the mud and slop to help birth a calf that w