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A Real Farmer

Aug
31

I found the following the definitions for “farmer” in various online dictionaries:

An owner or manager of a farm.

A person who cultivates land or crops or raises animals (as livestock or fish).

A person who farms; person who operates a farm or cultivates land.

An individual whose primary job function involves livestock and/or agriculture.

I’ve been slightly obsessed with the meaning of being a farmer since I started trying to become one. Most of the time, I don’t feel like a farmer at all. Most of the time, I feel like I’m 12, but that’s another subject. However, as each year passes in my attempt to grow into farmerhood, I feel more like one.

But what makes a person a farmer?

I live on a 100-acre farm. Living on a farm doesn’t make one a farmer, though. I know a lot of people with rural property who do nothing whatsoever to engage in farming. They’re property owners.

I used to file a Schedule F for farm taxes until my accountant determined that I should incorporate Chickens in the Road and file my taxes that way, with no Schedule F. I don’t make a lot of money directly from farming (livestock, crops, etc). In fact, I make very little that way, which makes it difficult to continue to propose to the IRS that I’m a farmer. On the other hand, I manage pasture and livestock, so according to a different arm of the U.S. government, the USDA, I’m a farmer and qualified for farm programs. The government can’t even make up its own mind, so obviously they can’t be in charge of deciding.

I do manage pasture and livestock–but I don’t make my living that way, at least not directly. That makes me sound like, if anything, a possibly stupid person since pasture and livestock are expensive hobbies if you’re not making any money from them. Does that make me a hobby farmer?

But I make my sole living from my farm–which mean it’s not a hobby. I just make my living from a farm in an unusual way. I make a living writing about and photographing my farm and my farm animals, among other associated activities. Whether it’s my website, my columns, books, or teaching, it’s all about the farm or farm-related (old-fashioned cooking and crafting, etc). I also do get out in the muck every day and I work on my farm. I don’t just have a cow for show, I milk my cow. And that is true for all of my animals, unless you count Jack and Poky. I haven’t figured out why they’re here yet, but I’m sure there’s a reason. (Wait, I remember, they’re cute.) I operate my farm for profit.

I work full-time on my farm, but even full-time isn’t required to be a farmer. My great-uncle Carl operated a farm and he worked in the gas/oil fields for years. It’s not uncommon or new for farmers to have other jobs. Even farmers who don’t have other full-time jobs may take part-time or at least occasional jobs, often hiring out to work at other farms.

There tends to be two camps when it comes to how people react to newcomers on the rural scene. There are those who look upon us with suspicion and nothing we will ever do will make them see us as their equals, and there are those who are eager to help, guide, and teach from their long-held skills. They are the ones who see that we are part of the next generation to pass on skills they value. I think of these farmers as rock stars. They know everything I want to know, and a lot of things I’ll never know. But whether other farmers treat me like a fellow farmer or treat me like a pariah, that doesn’t truly settle anything either since letting other people’s opinions define your life is a slippery slope to hell.

Sometimes I have to wonder why I spend so much time pondering whether or not I deserve to be a farmer. If you take a job as an insurance salesman, they start calling you an insurance salesman right away. Same thing if you take a job as a teacher, a mechanic, or a professional football player. If you operate a farm for profit, doesn’t that automatically make you a farmer?

In today’s world of shrinking independent farms and skyrocketing technology, the simplicity of the farm life can seem almost magical to many of us, lending a reverential air to farmers as if they are part of some poetic legend. Perhaps that makes it even more difficult to call yourself a farmer. Almost as if you’re trying to call yourself Cinderella. Might as well claim to live in a castle while you’re at it!

And yet there actually are real princesses in the world today, and sometimes they live in real castles. There are also real farms and real farmers. You don’t have to marry a prince or be born to a queen to become one, either.

And so after my exhaustive nearly five-year search for the meaning of becoming a real farmer, I’m pretty sure the only person who can decide is you–not the government, not your neighbors, not the dictionary. A farmer is known by many things, but most of all by the dedication of their heart, the commitment to their pursuit despite all odds and all struggles.

Furthermore and in conclusion, I’m pretty sure a real farmer doesn’t even–

–think about it.

FINALLY! I KNOW WHAT TO DO!

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Upcoming Explosions

Aug
31


Nutmeg is pregnant!

And so is Clover!

Mother and daughter are enjoying being pregnant together. They knit blankets, shop for onesies, and fight over baby names and who screams the loudest during birthing! I hope they don’t deliver the same day–there’ll be a smackdown!

I suspect they are both due around the end of September/early October timeframe. After all, Nutmeg is nowhere close to blowing up yet, so it can’t be too soon. But I could be wrong. (I USUALLY AM.) Sprite is pregnant, too. It’s going to be a fall full of goat babies here!

In other news: Now’s the time if you’re interested in sponsoring the CITR Retreat 2012 by donating giveaway/door prize items for retreat attendees! Examples of sponsor donations last year included country living, cooking, crafting books, handmade craft items, gadgets, and more, so if you’ve got something to donate, please contact me at [email protected] If you have a website, blog, etsy shop, etc, it’s a great way to get a little promotion. If you donate $100 in value, you will become one of our super sponsors and your name or business name and your website/blog/etsy/etc address will be printed in the workbook given to all attendees. (To participate, you don’t have to donate $100 in value, that’s just for super sponsors.)

The retreat is coming up fast–two more weeks!

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