to be a woman farmer is a beautiful and powerful thing. to rise before dawn to milk goats and haul hay. as the rain spits at my face and the mud sucks at my boots.
this is to be a farmer. to fry (uncertified) no-till summer squash and bake befuddling blue cornbread for noonday meal. to crack (certified) organic orchard pecans with friends and read aloud facts on wild foraging - as she patches her poor tattered work pants, as he stitches his squirrel skin knife sheath, as they strum guitar and mandolin and sing stories of life. this is to be a farmer.
but to be a woman farmer - this is a beautiful and powerful thing. to smell of rosemary and dirt. and to take on life's daily labors of love in a hand-me-down skirt and some loved-beyond-repair boots.
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