Sorry About My Muddy Boots - a Word From Your Local Farmer
Who needs farmers? All we are is a bunch of dead-beat, lazy, filthy loons. Some of us sporting big goofy hats that work all of our dreaded lives sacrificing time with those we love only to be condemned.
The weeds are getting bigger as are some folks pocket books. Bugs are getting stronger too. Vegetables aren’t as nutritious as they once were and the meat does not even taste the same. Not to mention the salt and sugar laden foods we’re all being presented with. We need more hormones, antibiotics and chemicals! Just to “keep up.”
It should come as no surprise that fewer and fewer people want to participate in the business. I know why. It’s a dirty, thankless job that’s seemingly unimportant and particularly unappealing. Then the wind blows, it hails, floods, freezes or crops get burned up in the scorching heat. And then there’s the insurance issues, regulators, banksters and everything else.
It’s legalized gambling that’s what it is! $$$