The Deal

It's been on my mind for ... I have no idea how long. Probably at least a year. What's going to happen to the family farm when my parents can't do it anymore? My brother, the heir apparent, decided to abdicate to drive trains. My sister has gotten entrenched into her life, to the point it would be nearly impossible to leave.

And then there's me. Growing up, I was always outside on our farm. I loved it - and still do - with every fiber of my being. I put a lot of years into this operation. And admittedly, I've also put a lot of years between myself and the day-to-day here. But no matter how daunting it may be to think of relearning it all, I can't even begin to describe how my soul would wither if I didn't have this place.

And yet, on the other hand, I have built an awfully nice little life for myself in the city, too. A life that I'm proud of, and pleased with where it could take me.

Knowing this, the opportunity has been given to me to take 30 days to reconnect with Broken B Farms and do some thinkin'. So that's what I'm doing. And I'm going to take this opportunity to share some of the small town farm life stories, scenery and daily goings-on here.