Love on a farm grows like no other kind of love. It’s formed through enduring hard labor, long hours, thankless chores and calloused hands. It’s woven into the fabric of patched jeans, greased rags and dust covered hats. It’s seen every year in the growth of a seed, the harvest of a plant.
Farming, like love, takes patience and kindness. It is not envious or boastful. It is not easy nor simple. But good love, like good farming, is always worth it.
