Well, I'm not gonna lie to ya….

Farming is hard.  I mean H.A.R.D. people.  Farmers are either passionate or crazy.  And I'm going with a little bit of both.

It takes a passionate person to drag themselves out day after day to be covered in dirt and sweat to fight what seems to be a losing battle against the weeds this year.  But it also takes a crazy person to go home at night with muscles sore and so tired you really don't want to climb the stairs to bed, and then go searching on craigslist for chickens because you don't have enough to deal with right now.

Passionate or crazy?

It takes a passionate person to love the land so much to work it and nourish it instead of fighting it with pesticides and chemicals.  And sometimes that working with it, means pulling by hand weed after weed after weed.  And with those cramped up hands, it also takes a crazy person to ask her husband if we should purchase 214 bales of hay to help cover those weeds.  And yes, she would have to carry each one to the garden.

Passionate or crazy?

It takes a passionate person to almost weep after she has clipped one of her pepper plants with the trimmer.  A plant that she grew in February from a seed.  And then it takes a crazy person, to turn and yell at all of the weeds in the garden at the top of her lungs.  "Ahhhhh……..blasted weeds."

It's most definitely a little bit of both.

I'm not gonna lie to ya.  It is hard.  Today was not a banner day for me.  The weeds seem to be winning.  But let me tell ya something.  I am just crazy enough, to get up tomorrow and fight again.

Game on, weeds.