tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post6885959891684551180..comments2024-02-29T10:26:56.584-05:00Comments on Ohiofarmgirl's Adventures In The Good Land: The Truth About Farming. Again.Ohiofarmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02606563929369721111noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-69890266864583366222013-06-24T19:45:10.020-04:002013-06-24T19:45:10.020-04:00Best. Post. Ever!Best. Post. Ever!Chai Chaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05845100961653150736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-60562303420872670662013-06-24T16:08:19.081-04:002013-06-24T16:08:19.081-04:00Thank you for this. Everyone I know thinks I´m cr...Thank you for this. Everyone I know thinks I´m crazy.Cocohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01002346978289429622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-61298573823041343312013-06-24T15:34:08.899-04:002013-06-24T15:34:08.899-04:00Even doing the urban thing we do, I get that fro c...Even doing the urban thing we do, I get that fro co-workers: why don't you just buy eggs, veggies, etc.? Or the- oh that sounds so relaxing in the garden. No- I just spend 3 hours in 100 degree heat pulling weeds! Or- why raise chickens? You have to clean the coop, etc. Why can, dry foods? Because I CAN! There's nothing more satisfying than being able to grow/preserve your own food, and you know what's in it. Our soil is really pretty productive, especially after adding the chickens to the mix. I just like to I guess. And I'll go bigger, I hope someday, and get a few acres....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00576053785355324560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-81075658429212112082013-06-24T15:16:39.823-04:002013-06-24T15:16:39.823-04:00You are absolutely right! You are absolutely right! Verahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13235143664894609891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-88622527838246859472013-06-24T11:15:40.854-04:002013-06-24T11:15:40.854-04:00Well saidWell saidTonya @ My Cozy Little Farmhousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12289024681312440621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-13040105086460893022013-06-24T10:58:55.560-04:002013-06-24T10:58:55.560-04:00AMEN!!! Sister. I know just how you feel. Even at...AMEN!!! Sister. I know just how you feel. Even at night when I so tried I can bare to put one foot in front of the other I look forward to the next day to do it all over. As we say "It just gets into the blood".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cynthia R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12311460687883764567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-12510685342926683382013-06-24T10:27:14.448-04:002013-06-24T10:27:14.448-04:00In my thirty-something years before fumbling throu...In my thirty-something years before fumbling through my attempt to be a farmer, I realize that I never truly knew pride, joy, hope, sadness, or heartache. The amazement of watching new life, and devastation of seeing life ending have been uplifting and humbling, all at the same time.<br /><br />It's an amazing thing we do. I can't imagine ever going back to a life without it.Big Onionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15828663940095148052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-55608709682905553182013-06-24T10:17:57.123-04:002013-06-24T10:17:57.123-04:001) There are no unplanned vacations....ever. If y...1) There are no unplanned vacations....ever. If you want a day off, someone you trust has to step in to feed for you. And if you're milking, they have to be reliable twice/day.<br /><br />2)If you ever sleep in, you'll feel bad about it because all of your penned up animals are itchin to get some grub. Thus, sleeping in becomes a thing of the past.<br /><br /><br />3) The animals will always get to eat their breakfast first. You may get to take a mug of coffee out with you, but you'll always be in the back of the lunch line.<br /><br />4) Repeat after me. I'm going to fail. I'm going to fail. I'm going to fail. It's just a matter of whether or not you fix the hole in the fence that led to your prized chickens death, do a better job of keeping weeds down next year, get your butchering done on time next time, repair that hydraulic leak, that makes you a farmer or not. Successful farming is filled with failure. Failed farming is filled with failure without learning.<br /><br />5) Everything you grow, raise, harvest and butcher yourself will taste better than anything you have ever bought at a store or resaraunt. Friends and family may not think so, but I guarantee you will.<br /><br />6) No matter how much reading and research you do, you will never be 100% prepared for every task. Your experience will be different from all of the authors you read.<br /><br />7) If you're not sore, you're not doing it right...or you have some inventions that you need to share with the world.<br /><br />Cheers,<br />CBCBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18441082544900346431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-39717103333192794372013-06-24T09:51:22.155-04:002013-06-24T09:51:22.155-04:00You totally made my Monday morning! Which started ...You totally made my Monday morning! Which started at 5:30 a.m. and is still going strong. Taking a break to read your blog, have some coffee, and admire the swallowtail caterpillars out in the dill. Sometimes I think I should read your words to the hens. I know they'd cluck in approval.<br /><br />Utopia Farm in sw OhioLauranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789865586418282697.post-56912828630022779672013-06-24T07:42:56.118-04:002013-06-24T07:42:56.118-04:00My truth about farming: It's hard word. It&#...My truth about farming: It's hard word. It's damned hard work! It's the best job you can ever have. It's amazing to watch your kids learn about life and death, about responsibility and get the giggles from watching those crazy baby goats. That you want to tear your hair out when your hens start to eat eggs and your garden. You want to scream when the goats decide to attack your bushes and your apple trees. You cry because an animal gets hurt even as you are cursing it for getting out, what could you have done better? You cry when you can't find the baby goat that got itself lost in the really messy garage but learn how to keep it in for next time. You worry that the animals don't look right, or that it's too hot for them, or they don't have enough bedding, or enough shade, or are they warm enough, do they look healthy, where am I going to get hay. You teach your kids that it is okay to take the wagon and the rake down the side of the road to collect the tall grass that the township cut down to feed your animals.<br /><br />It's the most satisfying, heart-wrenching, scary, wondrous job there is.<br /><br />Phew! Traci Sumnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03871204933123385197noreply@blogger.com