Some of you may (or may not) know I'm a "farmer" too. I have a few acres of wilderness I call my own, and about 3 acres of it is farm-able and (unfortunately!) mow-able territory.
This time of year the beauty of this place astounds me. Some days I don't want to leave for the studio, afraid I'll miss a bloom, a new inch of veggie growth, another "egg song" from a hen. It's those things that keep me going.
I grew up in a small Quaker village in South Jersey, so much of this is familiar to me. I love that. We had dairy cows across the road in the meadow, we "picked eggs" to sell on the side of the road, we preserved our crops for the winter. I live my childhood dream here.
I am the luckiest farmer/artist ever.