Growing up I knew what a farm looked like. After all, it was in my story books.I grew up in the part of New Jersey which is NOT the Garden State…it is the paved state, so I had very little first hand experience. My maternal grandfather had a chicken farm when I was very small, but he retired by the time I was five or six, so my memories are skimpy and relate to fear of having my feet pecked off, as if chickens are notorious for that. No red barn, no silo, no acres in crops, though.
As I visited more and more farms in West Virginia and Oregon in the past four years my view was usually a one-time thing. There were a few places I visited more than once and that presented some information of what a farm looks like at various times of the year, but until this temp job, I had not been able to see the changes that occur.
changing to this through hours of hard work of weeding and more planting.
Actually, we have several: 1 for our CSA (about to end next week), 1 for our beef, 1 for our chicken and eggs, 1 for our lamb, 1 for our pork, and now, this wonderful woman who hired me and really tries to give me the easy jobs-I will eagerly be purchasing food in the future from her, too.