The Office Farmer

It was that time of year, the time when the snow has vanished (or so I thought) and the world begins to turn a greener shade of brown. It then that I abandon the concrete city and head for home, for it is now that my second life comes out from it's post-fall hibernation. It is the time that my deep dark secret comes out to play. It is the time I return home to follow my true passion, to become a grain farmer. Yes I know, I am mentally insane to want to follow a profession that is so risky and frustrating with so little chances of actually making any decent money. Why then would I do such a thing? Simple I have always wanted to become a farmer, it has always felt right, even as a kid. Of course once you hear what all happened during my spring seeding you will realize why my father has called me insane to follow in his foot steps, but that will be next week I think, so as to give me time to put the whole story together. But to answer your question before it is asked, if I want to be a farmer, why am I currently working in an office tower? That is a question better left for another day, and another blog.