I have always half seriously said I wanted to be a farmer. I have maintained a meager garden. I know the thrill of seeing two small starts produce 40 green cucumbers. I know the frustration of weeds and disappointment of a small or failed yield. However, I never knew the intensity of the time, labor, and grind on one’s body to run a working farm. After reading this book I knew, and you will too. Farming is more than kitchy decorations and fresh eggs.
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I adored this book from the first page to the last. The author and her boyfriend, Mark pursue their dream to become farmers on a run-down plot of land. She follows us through their first seasons of restoration, reviving, planting, harvesting, and an unrelentless amount of work. I fell…
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