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Our hapless farmer

of a fourth-generation farmerMy great-grandparents, grandparents, father, and aunts and uncle taking a break from farming in the 19502.

What happens when you move your family from the heart of a major American city to live on your fifth generation family farm?


You begin with a herd of cows to keep the pastures open; and launch a beef CSA to buy the hay for the cows that keep the pasture open. Then you add some chickens to eat the bugs that live in the beams in the barn in the pasture that is kept open by the cows fed the hay bought with the CSA funds and end up with. . . a dash of hope, a sprinkle of tears, a lot of laughs, and a smattering of adventure. Come along!

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