Grass is not always greener

I’m not sure if all farmers have this problem or if it is just part of the first year of doing farm work. I wake up most mornings and it feels like I was in a car crash the night before. It takes my body a good 10 minutes before it gets it used to movement again. I might be weird, but I love this feeling. It makes me feel like I am using every muscle and joint that my body was designed for.

Although, I have not been enjoying the sharp pain in my lower left back and right knee, which are all reoccuring sport injuries.

Certain jobs such as transplanting and harvesting seem to trigger the pain, which makes me wonder if it is better to be short or tall as a farmer? These are the types of questions that Andrew and I discuss and debate for hours a day on the farm.

It is amazing what we think about on the farm. Our conversations cover the topics of pop culture (Usher, Michael Jackson), old high school
memories (although I am not too into these, you know I am trying to live in the now), wondering what our friends are doing, politics, industrial agriculture and how crazy it is, but mostly cracking jokes or laughing at obcene jestures. We are usually glad that no one else is around to actually hear us because then the farm might get a bad name.

Most of all I am noticing how it is so very important to keep yourself in good spirits while working. Farming is the biggest mental game I have ever had to play. The grass is not always greener somewhere else, as much as my mind would like to tell me that.

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