February 6 - Working on the Farm

In a way, in my soul or DNA, the farm is home.

Write down the first words that come to mind when we say…home…soil…rain. Use those words in the title of your post.

One of my favorite things about getting outside my comfort zone are the facets of myself I discover, that I never would have been able to know. When I moved to the West Coast, I learned that I’m actually quite more outdoorsy than I thought I was after all those years living in Minnesota and New England. Who would have guessed? Not me. I loathe the cold, so I wasn’t keen on spending too much time outside.

It was in my late twenties and thirties that I discovered my love of hiking. And national parks. It wasn’t until I was 30, I learned that I passionately love the desert. I’m like a lizard—that dry heat is my happy place. At age 33, I went north in search of work on a weed farm.