Thinking Out Loud
Several years ago ... I went out for supper with some former classmates. And during the course of the conversation, one classmate made the statement that I was not a real farmer.
I laughed it off and said something about Real Farmers wear Ruffled Aprons.
But I didn't forget the statement. You are not a real farmer.
So who is a real farmer? Is farming judged by the number of acres you have? Is there a magic number? If you have 19 acres and the magic number is 20 ..... do you do less work?
Is farming judged by your input costs? We can't judge by profits because there would be very few farmers. But maybe we can judge by input costs. If you reach $75,000 in inputs ..... are you a farmer?
I think about it a lot this time of year. For the next 6 weeks ..... as the tractors rush by me on the gravel road ..... I will be on my hands and knees planting. They will quickly finish planting their 160 acres of corn, while I'm still struggling to get the zinnias in, mulched and watered.
They will be comfortable in their John Deere tractor cabs with the air-conditioning while I have the stinging sweat dripping into my eyes. They can pop out of their tractors --- not too worse for wear --- while I have grunchy dirty knees and the manicure from Hell!
In a few weeks ... they will be done. For the next three months, I will be weeding --- again on my hands and knees. I have yet to see that Round-up Ready larkspur or snapdragons.
I will harvest my flowers and dry them. I will collect my eggs and sell them. I will pick the tomatoes, the beans, the squash and can them. I live off these two little acres, hopefully with a respectful nod to the Lord and His glorious creation. I try to put more in ..... than I take out. One for me .... One for the birds.
I always thought that farming was not about acres or crops but a way of life. You can farm a 1/4 acre in the city with the right attitude. Or maybe you have a thousand acres .... yet buy every thing you consume, right from the grocery store. Do you really farm ..... or do you quickly plant crops to be consumed by others? I don't know the answer.
I do know this ............ Real Farmers wear Ruffled Aprons!
I laughed it off and said something about Real Farmers wear Ruffled Aprons.
But I didn't forget the statement. You are not a real farmer.
So who is a real farmer? Is farming judged by the number of acres you have? Is there a magic number? If you have 19 acres and the magic number is 20 ..... do you do less work?
Is farming judged by your input costs? We can't judge by profits because there would be very few farmers. But maybe we can judge by input costs. If you reach $75,000 in inputs ..... are you a farmer?
I think about it a lot this time of year. For the next 6 weeks ..... as the tractors rush by me on the gravel road ..... I will be on my hands and knees planting. They will quickly finish planting their 160 acres of corn, while I'm still struggling to get the zinnias in, mulched and watered.
They will be comfortable in their John Deere tractor cabs with the air-conditioning while I have the stinging sweat dripping into my eyes. They can pop out of their tractors --- not too worse for wear --- while I have grunchy dirty knees and the manicure from Hell!
In a few weeks ... they will be done. For the next three months, I will be weeding --- again on my hands and knees. I have yet to see that Round-up Ready larkspur or snapdragons.
I will harvest my flowers and dry them. I will collect my eggs and sell them. I will pick the tomatoes, the beans, the squash and can them. I live off these two little acres, hopefully with a respectful nod to the Lord and His glorious creation. I try to put more in ..... than I take out. One for me .... One for the birds.
I always thought that farming was not about acres or crops but a way of life. You can farm a 1/4 acre in the city with the right attitude. Or maybe you have a thousand acres .... yet buy every thing you consume, right from the grocery store. Do you really farm ..... or do you quickly plant crops to be consumed by others? I don't know the answer.
I do know this ............ Real Farmers wear Ruffled Aprons!
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