I love the simple way of the farm life. Not that it is always an easy life. A farmer has to do a lot of hard work and a lot of trusting in the weather.
My daddy was a farmer. It was in his blood. When he wasn't farming, he was always looking for a farm. He farmed on the plains of west Texas and in the dry desert of eastern New Mexico. He had to do a lot of irrigating, but he was always so proud when that cotton crop came up!
I didn't grow up on a farm. My daddy farmed in west Texas before I was born. We lived in town in New Mexico. He went out to a widow lady's land and farmed the land for her there in New Mexico. I can remember going out to the farm when I was very young. He and momma would "chop cotton" and then in the fall, the cotton had to be picked.
One of my favorite memories of this time was riding in the truck with my daddy when he was pulling a load of cotton to the gin. I usually was treated to a soda pop and a peanut patty when we were finished!!
I think I inherited that "farming blood" from my daddy. I love to have my hands in the dirt. Nothing makes me smile more than to see some seeds that I have planted begin to sprout. Yes, even though I have never officially lived on a farm, in my heart of hearts, I am definitely a "farm girl".
"Farming is a profession of hope."~Brian Bett