Born to be a Farmer by Marla Rae MA864

Born to be a Farmer by Marla Rae MA864

I was born to be a FARMER

 

It is what I know…

and what I love.  Up before the crack of dawn with a morning ritual that includes a strong cup of joe, a quick glance at the weather and always a check on the market, because

 

I was born to be a FARMER

 

It’s overlooking the beauty…
of the earth and the smell of freshly tilled soil, entrusted to the vastness of what we call a field.  It’s watching and waiting to see all of those millions of little seeds start to sprout through the ground in rows as straight as a ruler, bringing great satisfaction, because

 

I was born to be a FARMER

 

It’s having great faith…
as the storm comes in, knowing that the green, tender plants could be wiped out in a matter of seconds.  Or, when the rain simply doesn’t come, and watching the plants wither until at the last minute of almost losing hope, a rain cloud comes.  And the sky opens right at that moment, with just enough to get a little relief and a renewed faith, because

 

I was born to be a FARMER

 

It’s keeping up
with technology, realizing that it’s a sure necessity.  But always looking back with the fondest of memories and great admiration of how Dad and Grandpa did things, because

 

I was born to be a FARMER

 

It’s a partnership…
a ‘working’ partnership with the good Lord Almighty.  Without Him, it could not be done.  It is His divine guidance that gets me through each season from planting to the harvest.  Through the storms and the drought, the highs and the lows.  Some say it’s a gamble, but to me, it’s a way of life, because

 

I was born to be a FARMER

 

©Marla Rae Anders