Lest folks suppose I live in the land of perpetual sunshine, I’ll have you know, there are darker days on the farm; weeks of feeling unappreciated, your work unseen. We have days of working physically on the farm until sundown and mentally on the computer until our eyes close. There are backaches, times when loved ones don’t agree with your ideas, and days we butt heads over the almighty dollar. For those times, there’s eating ice cream at the kitchen counter at midnight. 



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