BLOGS

I recently purchased a set of face masks where the packaging read “one size fits most.” That was apparent when myself and two children thought they fit pretty well, while my husband proclaimed it to be too small, and it was clearly too large for my 5-year-old. I guess they did fit “most” of my household.

When I started college as a freshman eight years ago, I never expected to be farming full time after graduation. My junior year of college, I had the opportunity to relief milk in a newly constructed parlour six miles from home.

Recently, I heard a rumour a group is trying to change the Bible to make it more politically correct and to accommodate those who are not comfortable with the intolerant way it excludes people who choose diverse lifestyles.

A good friend of mine is very concerned with his health. He juices carrots, goes to yoga and once visited a shaman. He pointed out humans are the only species that drink milk into adulthood.

As I’ve mentioned before, I really like being a tobacco farmer because it is steeped in traditions we don’t see as much with more modern agriculture. One of those traditions is manual weed control.