The Farmer and His Crops

| 7/12/2013 4:35:44 PM

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I am a farmer; a tiller of the soil.  I have been all my life.  Interestingly, I did not realize my profession until just recently, sixty-four years after I was given my tools and my plot of land.  I do not feel foolish in saying that; I believe it to be true of most people I have encountered.

How can that be you ask?  How is it possible that a man, sliding down the backslope of middle age, suddenly realizes his calling in life?  Surely he must be addled; surely he must be daft beyond all hope.


"It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn." Unknown author


I was given incredibly fertile land at birth, and I was given the finest set of tools a person could ask for.  As I rested on hands and knees during those early years, I looked out over my kingdom and saw the rich, dark soil and the infinite possibilities of bountiful crops, and I smiled.  Who wouldn’t smile, knowing what I knew then, that greatness was before me, and all that was required was that I do the work and manage my land with great care and love.

8/22/2013 11:34:26 PM

Bill, sounds like you had quite a journey through life. I'm glad you stated that you are only on the downhill side of middle age. I too am in that age group. My journey was just a little different and it took me up until about the age of 60 to actually start living the dream of my youth. I wanted to be a farmer almost from birth but got side tracked by the fascination of technology for 41 years. I dabbled in gardening along the journey but never got to devote much time to gardening until retirement. I did love my journey through technology and now I am loving my journey back to the land where my farmer DNA roots have come to life. Have a great day in the garden.