It’s Friday at 5:00 p.m.
As a young person I should be looking forward to a night out on the town.
But instead here I sit wishing I was 1,300 kilometres away at the family farm. Why you ask? Because it’s #harvest13.
Prior to moving to Alberta, while living in Manitoba, I ventured out to the family farm almost every weekend. I certainly put on the miles over the years. And I used to joke that my car could practically drive itself home as I took the same route every time. Friends could never understand why I’d rather spend my weekend working on the farm than out and about in the city. I also noticed over the years that going to the farm saved money. Needless to say, there’s a lot more ways to spend cash in the city than in the country.
So here I am wishing I could drive out to the farm for the weekend to help with the harvest – a farmer’s favourite time of year. But unfortunately there’s a big difference between two hours and 13 hours… and 200 kilometres and 1,300 kilometres. A big difference.
So why would I rather be on the farm than in the city, especially right now? Because I am 100% Farm Raised. Not 99%. 100%. And when you’re 100% Farm Raised there’s really no place you’d rather be.