Farming, a seven day a week dedication. Dawn to dusk. The hours before and after too. A life as rich as the soil. A hopeful profession. An image recently shared on Instagram captured a moment in time on a local Vermont farm. A small jpeg portrayal of a story steeped in farming experience. Wyeth-esque …
A farm that sits higher than most. The land stunning yet rugged. Breathtaking views. A farmer sits. Eyes resting. Ageless with an enviable complexion. A healthy rosy hue warms chiseled features. A well-loved “Vermont Tech” baseball cap sits atop his head. Wearing a black down filled jacket zipped nearly to its full extension. Capable weathered hands tightly crossed one on top of the other. A tiny snout appears just under his chin. A piglet enveloped in down. Strength and tenderness in ample supply. A farrowing sow nearby…
The calm and the confidence of this graceful dance was perfectly illustrated. Well-practiced over the many years I suspect. Beautiful in its simplicity. An endearing connection to nature…
“Farming isn’t a battle against nature, but a partnership with it. It is respecting the basics of nature in action and ensuring that they continue.” – Jeff Koehler
