A Family Farm

We are a family farm.

We are not a corporation or an “operation.”  It’s just me and Cherie (now that the kids are grown) trying to partner with God and nature to tend to some land and animals.

This farm has been in our family a long time.  I have a deep profound love for it that is impossible to express adequately in words.  But to be a family farm it’s not necessary that it be multi-generational.  All that matters is that the farm is tended by a family of humans who live there and draw their own life out of the place, rather than a corporation whose motive is merely monetary profit or a gang of imported cheap labor, which will be packed off for home as soon as the crops are in.

Our world, particularly our little part of it, was once filled with family farms.  Children grew up learning the skills of farming and the values that come with animal husbandry and care for the land.  Thomas Jefferson once wrote, “Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most independent, the most virtuous and they are tied to their country and wedded to its liberty and interests by the most lasting bands.”

That may or may not be true, embellished as it is by typical Jeffersonian flourish.  But I do believe there is something innately good about a family farm.

Family farms seem be dying out these days.  But there are a few holdouts, like here.

May it ever be so.

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