I’ve always wanted to be a farmer. Hard work, yes – but tangible, real work that may leave you physically drained, but mentally fulfilled. I’ve imagined my farm: somewhere I can grow alllll the vegetables, maybe supply some eggs to my neighbors…and, maybe more importantly, the person I am on that farm. Tanned skin stretched over strong, lean muscles from daily labor. A clear mind from spending my days outdoors, instead of under fluorescent lightbulbs and air conditioning. Deep smile lines not only from the elements, but from the joy that comes with providing for oneself and others. Plus, have you seen a baby duck?