This is something that I am guilty of. Maybe its the "thank a farmer" bumper stickers or maybe its the "God made a farmer" Chevy ad that ran a few years that got me, but I completely romanticize farming. The tilling of the soil and harvesting of the crops. I was asked what I would do if I won the one billion dollar lottery the other day. After saying I would quit my job and help out friends and family I soon realized that I would have to find a way to occupy my time. So I figured I would become a wheat farmer.
I find myself often Googleing "agriculture of *insert country here*" and then reading the wikipedia page of Bulgaria, Spain, Ukraine, Canada, ect. It interests me. I watch YouTube videos about farming different crops and am surprised at how technology-heavy modern farming is!
Or maybe the simple life of a farmer is in my mind. I know that it is not an easy life, but working the land seems to be a way of living a peaceful life.
A Rye Field by Ivan Shishkin
I am currently reading One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel garcia Marquez and one of the characters is forced to be a soldier during his country's civil war. He states that he didn't want to become a soldier and instead just wanted to be a farmer. You hear about this often. Men forced to leave the life of a farmer and become soliders during times of war. Dick Winters during World War II said that once the war is over he wanted to return to PA and live on his farm. Simply away from all things chaotic. With only the weather and the chance of a bad harvest to worry your mind. Its things like that which makes me romanticize farming. Yearning for the ability to return to a simple life.
The Sower
Jean-Francois Millet
We often see this in art. The above photo shows a man sowing his land. The below shows a man after the American Civil War back in his field working.
The Veteran in a New Field
Winslow Homer
We'll see if this sticks with me. But I think it will. Its just nice to think about living a simple life when often life is tumultuous.
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