A Visit To The Farm

I stopped at a friends farm in Oregon on my way north. I am really impressed with what they have going on there. There are about six people growing food and hops and raising animals. The summer growing season is in full swing and I was kindly greeted with fresh food and goats milk.

The light from the early morning rays that hit the front fields is a soft yellow that I remember about Oregon from my past summer experiences. The legitimately cool summer air is refreshing knowing the temperature will rise and the heat will control your movements. The simplicity of things out there is apparent but nothing is for free. The work that goes into caring for the food and animals is immense. The reward is a full belly from there own harvest. My plans, when juxtaposed, seem silly with the timing all off as I drive north during the growing season to pick up students from an airport. I wish I could spend more time with my friends but my life right now is connected to a different land; the mountains of northern Washington.

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