No crops yet, but of course the cattle still need to be cared for. And it’s just about time to start plowing, which some of the farmers have already begun. Still, it’s a beautiful afternoon before the spring chores take over life.
Any way you look at it, farming is hard work. If you think your morning commute is rough, try slogging out to tend to the animals in the rain and mud or trudging through the wind and snow at zero dark thirty. Sure, it’s all romantic to think of the farmer close to nature, and the rhythms of the earth, and all that’s true, but being close to nature means being out in numbing cold, blistering heat, rain, wind or snow. For long hours. Doing hard physical labor.
Nature is beautiful, and humans do best when they’re close to nature, but mother earth is one tough momma, and she won’t let you get away with anything.
Just ask a farmer. Better yet, thank a farmer. That food didn’t just go poof and appear magically on the shelves in the supermarket.
This image is from my gallery, Out Here in the Country — check it out when you get a chance because you’ll get to see the full resolution image in all its detail. Just go here.
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