These are the words I heard over and over again by people when we talked about starting this whole farm thing. Most of those people have never farmed themselves so couldn’t elaborate on what exactly was hard about farming. I’m trying to figure out why people say this. The farmers we’ve talked to say one thing, “what kind of cows are you getting?!” But, this phrase “farming is hard” runs through my head everyday as we tackle projects to start up this grass-fed cow business. Being the ignorant newbie, the work is challenging, but hard? Then you ask yourself, “what is hard anyway?” With my last line of work, hard to me was telling a great guy with a family that he isn’t cutting it here on the team and he needs to find employment elsewhere (welcome to cansville, population: you). That was hard. Right now, hard is timing the work to a baby nap schedule. Hard was merging the herds. Hard is working through the many paper trails of France. Hard is hearing that our neighbor died while out in the field farming. Hard will be many things. Hard to me is interesting. We’ve just barely begun. I’ve already collected a few tidbits of advice based on things we could have done better.
but enough of that. Much more importantly, Brent got a new socket set. The kind of socket wrench that immediately makes you say in your worst crocodile Australian accent, “that’s not a socket wrench, THIS is a socket wrench.”
And tonight’s giggle was from a friend of ours. Brent was explaining to him how “hay season” is approaching quickly so we need to get our equipment sorted out. “Wait, are you going to do that?” he says (K.G., 2011). Yes, we’re doing it. We don’t get the man over to do it. We’ll find out soon enough if it’s hard.