many of our ancestors worked so hard to be not farming and I deeply appreciate that
I love not farming
I respect the hell out of farmers and I'm glad that's someone's dream. because it's sure not mine
I would not be taken in by the tradwife influencer grift about milking a cow in a sundress. I have been around cows. my uncle was a dairy farmer. I love not milking a cow. I love getting milk from a store. I love getting vegetables and fruit and meat and bread from a store.
would I rather it be a local farm's store or a local bakery or butcher shop? yes! maybe when I make more money!
but oh. my god. I love not farming so much
The only reason I garden is to get the varieties of tomatoes that the stores don't carry. Or the local Farmers markets. Nothing beats a sun ripened cherry tomato. Or fresh greek basil from my porch.
I grew up farming. Chasing beef cattle around pastures, hoeing an acre of watermelon, planting wheat and mowing hay.
It was fun as a kid. As a middle aged adult, I'm already too broken to try again. Partially due to the messed up hip from bailing off my horse at the wrong time. I love having all my fingers still instead of stumps like one of my dad's friends back then.
Factory farming has a lot of problems, but it keeps us all fed with foods that used to be seasonal only. and I am thankful for that.
