I complain all the time about living in the middle of nowhere, about working seven days a week, and about all the grim on Colby’s clothes at the end of the day… But I really shouldn’t.
I’ve been in the “big city” for a little over twenty-four hours and I’m ready to go home. I don’t exactly belong in a place with street lights or Wal-Marts.
It’s just not right for me. I need to be out in the open, where I breath fresh air.
“I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world”
– George Washington
“Agriculture is our wisest pursuit, because it will in the end contribute most to real wealth, good morals, and happiness.”
– Letter from Thomas Jefferson to George Washington (1787)
“There seem to be but three ways for a nation to acquire wealth. The first is by war, as the Romans did, in plundering their conquered neighbors. This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle, wrought by the hand of God in his favor, as a reward for his innocent life and his virtuous industry.”
“The farmer has to be an optimist or he wouldn’t still be a farmer.”
– Will Rogers
I go home tomorrow… Thank Goodness.
These boys need me.