Farming is something that gets inside of you and fills you from the tip of your head to the end of your toes. It doesn't seem to go away. Not for me anyway. Some call it a passion but I call it a love.
The majority of my ancestors were farmers. "You come by it honestly," my grandfather told me when I was visting my grandparents farm as a little girl. Across the ocean I went three times to see each of my relative's farms. Learning about farming in another country was an education.
Growing up on a mixed farm gave me the freedom to learn all I could about farming. Not a lot of time was spent inside the house. Television was a luxury rarely enjoyed. There were chores and field work to do. Farming is an education experienced outside of the classroom. When the time came to further my education, I knew there was one thing for me. That was the diploma program at the University of Guelph.
Being recently married and the mother of one, I decided to pursue a diploma by correspondence. Graduation with honours came 5 years later, along with the birth of my second daughter. A career in agriculture was not an option at this time. A small flock of 12 ewes and one ram was my option. The flock was sold 5 years later after the birth of my third child.
(.......to be continued)