Stampede! Or, at least in my mind that’s what I thought was happening. Granted, now, I realize there was definitely a flare for the dramatic in my response, but I was still pretty green at the whole thing. We were “driving” cattle, which meant we were trying to move them …
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Lessons From the Farm: Traditions
We are continuing our Lessons from the Farm series this week. If you’ve missed any of the posts, or want a refresher from years past, please click around catch up! Growing up I spent countless hours on tractors. When plowing, I would make “rounds” which meant driving down one side …
Lessons from the Farm: Rites of Passage
We’re continuing the Lessons from the Farm series today. Click here to read some of the previous posts, or click here to subscribe so you don’t miss what’s coming next! My dad grew up 70 miles from where his operation is centered today and still has some land there. When …
Lessons from the Farm: Dirty Hands
I have remarkably soft hands. Thankfully, most people don’t point this out on handshakes. But for some reason, I don’t have rough, cracked hands. Part of that may be when I worked on the farm I preferred to wear gloves when possible. I hate having my hands covered in filth. …
Lessons from the Farm: Know the Weight
Today we are continuing our Lessons from the Farm series. You can click to see some of the previous posts that deal with learning when to stop, when to keep going, perspective, and working until the job is done. Have you ever passed a cattle truck on the highway? Have …