I am ready for my closeup!

A couple of times a year I get an opportunity to indulge in my agrarian roots.  I like farms, and farm animals.  I grew up in the middle of farm land, now we were not real farmers, bees are kind of hard to herd, but there were herds of cows, and pigs and flocks of chickens, ducks and turkeys around. Occasionally neighboring farmers would plant wheat or corn in the couple of tillable fields on the farm, for a decade there was five acres of alfalfa in the  back corner of the biggest field.  I like the look of crops growing, all the neat rows, the maturing, the abundance of grain.

I have driven a tractor a few times, kind of fun, the first time was a monster four wheel drive machine, capable of tilling 100 acres in a day.  There was a time when I thought I wanted 10 acres in the country with room for pigs and chickens, but farming is hard manual labor.  I don't do manual labor.  But I can admire a nice farm, when I travel I am always on the lookout for a farm, or country fair.