Every fall, I seem to have a deep connection of my agricultural roots. Maybe it is the fact that we raise mainly turkeys, or it could be seeing the end result of the harvest of our fields. Perhaps, especially this year it is terribly poignant in my heart because with a new baby at home, and all the hardships we faced with this baby, I have not been out to the farm much, and miss it.
1-Heritage: My husband is a sixth generation American farmer, both sides of my family have roots in agriculture. All endured unimaginable hardships, just to survive. They had grit--they did not give in when times were tough, they did not stop when crops failed, they were strong. I would like to think, that just maybe they passed a little bit of that down to us. I draw strength knowing I come from hardy stock.
2 - Sleep - I think the worlds sleep apnea problems might significantly be reduced if people put in a hard days labor. I love the feeling of achy muscles earned by working hard, and rewarded with a good nights rest.
7 - Gratitude and God: There is something so satisfying to my soul to watch growth. To build something tangible with our hands, and see life constantly evolve at the farm. We plant seeds in the fall, we watch these tiny seeds covered with snow and frost during the winter, then miraculously these seeds produce life in the spring when it knows conditions are right. To be around these miracles all the time, I don't know how one could deny the existence of our great Creator.
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