My Dad was raised on a farm in Kansas. He grew up getting up early in the morning, working hard and he carried that work ethic throughout his whole life. Growing up, we lived on an acre out in the country with a number of horses. But the city eventually joined us and we weren't in the country any more. Dad however had a small farm that he would go tend. Mom and I would go take him sandwiches on Saturdays.
I've always been intrigued with that kind of life, sometimes wishing I could be a farmer. They are some of the hardest workers, working long hours, with unpredictable weather. What I admire about them the most is that they are the most down home, friendliest, good people. We have been doing a Farmers Market in Perry, Kansas this summer. We have loved meeting some of the farmers and getting to know them. I think I really connect with them because its in my blood. Hopefully, we may meet you at the Perry Lecompton Farmer's Market some Friday eve.