THIS IS ME

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Small Town Girl

I did not grow up on a farm.   I was a small town girl.   A teacher's daughter. 

The closest I came to a cow or a pig was down the road at the local county fair

but I always stayed clear of them.   The only pig I was getting near was my

purple Miss Piggy sweater!   That was until middle school and I met my best friend, Kathy.   Her family owned and operated a large dairy and grain farm.

And that's where the fun began...

Wrangling Cows and Farm Boys

I learned to milk cows, wash a cow (first time I was crapped on..literally), drive a column

shift truck (okay well, I did the pedals and Kat shifted) and be her side-kick on the tractor

with our Alabama music blaring in the wind.  We also spent a lot of summers

at the fairs, showing her Grand Champion Brown Swiss cows.  So basically, my little inauguration into farm life.

This is how I met my husband, Tim, at the local county fair.  You know when

you meet someone and you just aren't to sure about them?  Welp, that was

me. He was showing pigs, which I knew nothing about except they smell

(again..the city girl in me).  But he bought me ice cream and talked me into walking around the carnival.  And that's how our story begins.  On the Ferris Wheel.

Stepping Into Farm Life

Fast forward a few years, we had our first daughter

( yes, before we were married), ended up getting married and

began our life together on his generational farm in

the next town over from where I grew up. So I had a

tiny introduction to farm life but still had a lot to learn.  Especially about smelly pigs, the

long hours my farmer worked, and the loneliness in the country (remember I'm used to the city)

Slowly but surely, I adapted and started pitching in to help, with our small daughters right

behind me. 

 

We ended up buying his family farm from his parents, living in the old farmhouse, and

continued raising "stinky" pigs, feeder steers, and grain farming.  Tim's brothers ended

up returning to the farm full-time and the land and animals expanded.  Ever heard the expression, "Farming is in their blood?" Sometimes you can't take a farm-boy away from

the dirt. Their roots brought them home.

One Step Back =Two Steps Forward

But along the way, even through the low grain and cattle prices, high feed and input

cost, we powered on.  This is where we wanted to raise our family.  This is what we

wanted them to experience just as the generations before us did.  Farming takes determination, long hours, making tough decision, and a love of dirt. Our kids might

not stay on the farm but they were raised with the value of a dollar (nothing in life is free),

the meaning of hard work and consistency and life isn't always fair, it's what you make

of it. 

 

We now have 3 grown daughters

(Megan, Emily, Katlyn),

a teenage son (Andrew), 

a son-in-law (Lee), 

a granddaughter (E)

and more to join in the future!

The last 30 years has not always been an easy road to travel

(we've had plenty of potholes) but we would not have it any other way.  

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  JUST BEING ME

I SPEND MY DAYS IN THE FARM OFFICE,  MUCKING OUT BARNS, AND NOURISHING  FARMERS, COWS, CHICKENS AND DUCKS 
BECAUSE THAT IS 
JUST FARM LIFE!
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CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE
 WHILE READING MY
FARM LIFE BLOG!
Kim Rogier

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