Farming is something that conjures up different thoughts for different people. I dont think there is anyone who doesnt automatically have some idea pop in their head when they hear the word. Growing up surrounded by dairy farmers, I have to admit that farming conjures up poverty and filth as my first thought. Other than a huge vegetable garden, we didnt farm. My parents liked to imagine they descended from the New England intelligentsia class. The reality is far from that illusion. In either case, it is a surprise to everyone who knew me that I ended up running my own farm.

It started with my 1st generation wife from Manhattan of all places. She bought me an office plant, and taught me to love green things. That, combined with an extreme sense of responsibility for the planet we are put here to steward, led me down the long and gradual path of becoming a farmer. It turns out I actually like it. Alot. I will venture a guess that its not for most people, but I suspect there are many others like me who didnt know they didnt hate farming.