I couldn’t imagine not living on a farm

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[center]There's a certain charm in all things country. Old timbers, rich with tales of bygone days.
The creak and squeak of floorboards, drawn and lain by hand.
The smell of kerosene heaters on cold mornings; fresh cow's milk in a pantry.
Transom windows, floors with stove pipes, plumbing that rattles and hums.

Sunbeams bent through 100 year plate glass, whose panes have long since bowed.
Peace of crickets, and beasts of the field, among whom you're never alone.

Once, I walked a city. Roamed its restless streets and byways; called them my own.
But in the fields and meadows found a comfort and fellowship, I'd never known.

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Book excerpt from:

[i]Golden Harvest[/i] by Seth Greene
[b]©[/b] Copyright 2021 Seth Greene All rights reserved.
Published by Greene Development Media Corp.
Greyline House of Design
Published in the United States of America
First Edition 2021

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

I could never live in the city, or a densely populated suburbs close to a city. The noise, crime, traffic, and type of people (usually more fast paced and more aggressive), are just not my style.

The country is my happy place. The small towns. The farms. Visiting a local farmer for eggs, corn, pumpkins etc. Going to a rustic diner. Seeing tractors rolling down the road. Seeing old antique cars on the lawn, or an old pickup truck with patina working a field. Taking a walk, hiking, and camping in the wide open. Quiet and peaceful, with only the sounds of nature, especially at night. Maybe also the crackle of a fire.

City slickers can have the city. I'll take the country anyday.

I lived on a farm til I was 16. You're right, you're never lonely with animals around 🤗

Farms have their charm, clean air, best sleep you'll ever get, plenty of hard work to spend energy and everything smells like manure.

If you’re raised on the land it becomes a part of you forever

You are living your best life!
Country life is indeed the best.

Best part about it. All that land to yourself. Land and housing are super expensive. We just lost dozens and dozens of acres cause my stupid aunt sold it off. Now we only have the immediate plot of land we live on

My dream is to live on a small farm with animals 🙂 I would buy one if I won the lottery. I don't think I'd want a big commercial farm though, just a tiny place.