tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711494782372304567.post5340799440214902496..comments2011-12-30T16:06:34.806-05:00Tiniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09170584185719402507noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711494782372304567.post-15479043853043137432011-12-30T16:06:34.806-05:002011-12-30T16:06:34.806-05:00My father grew up on a dairy farm in upstate NY. It was a very difficult life with few, if any, luxuries. There was no eating out, not after-school activities; just work. Day in, day out. A hard scrabble existence. He left the farm at 18 and never looked back. For some reason, I loved to be there, and at my aunts dairy farm. <br />I too am unsure what category we fit into. I suppose we are what we are; just farmers. No modifier needed. Like your elders, my father think my farm dream is just crazy. I try to explain why we have the type animals we have and why we want to be organic. Monkey business, he says! Maybe I&#39;m a monkey business farmer. The grass IS always greener...especially when it&#39;s not trampled by cows, pigs, chickens and goats. ;) <br />~Mark @ Brooks Mountain Farm~Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01126961644612262267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711494782372304567.post-6621940251733225182011-12-29T12:04:31.405-05:002011-12-29T12:04:31.405-05:00Very nice!! I have to say I must be mad too! In my dream world I would never have to leave my farm.. I could spend all my time outside getting filthy and doing what I love... the ties I have to this modern world are hated ones! Although a much harder life... its a more satisfying life! Im with you... I will stay mad and keep at this!Jhardesty31http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059920429903338484noreply@blogger.com