The Farm is where I lived for a year and a half in my mid 20’s. It was a 90+ acre farming community out in the mountains and the lakes. It was there I learned the value of waking early and working hard. I awoke early only because breakfast didn’t wait and breakfast was good.
I was a shadow of myself back then in the mornings, but days were good on the farm. Whether it was collecting and boiling maple sap to produce maple syrup or repairing a diesel tractor…it was hard work. But it was glorious in a way. I was in my mid 20’s and at a peak of sorts in my life, dating was finally easy again, I was on top but still struggling. Struggling with what came from within me as well as from without.
So I was going crazy, but having the time of my life. Whether it was snow shoeing at midnight in midwinter…and stopping to stoke the wood furnace, or simply getting blazed at the peek of the precipice at night. I was swimming the length lakes and back and living life to it’s fullest.
I’ve lived on a few farms, 4 larger ones like the size you were at with animals (cows, sheep, chickens), and where I am now (smaller but lots of woods all around and few neighbors), but no livestock, just gardens and an evergreen grove, though am hoping to add chickens next year
I used to have to get one big black horse, one small horse and two donkeys out to pasture in the morning across a sheet of ice in the winter. All I had was buckets of sawdust to steady us as I shouldered most of the weight across the ice.
i use to ride at a stable for a while, horses are great, i always remember racing my horse (which wasn’t very fast) around poles and grabbing something from the last pole with one hand then racing back, we lost the race but i have to say it was the most fun i ever had while taking risperidone even while i had flat effect, i also remember going down by the canal on an ex police horse which was a bit dangerous as it tried to get away from me, luckily someone was there to help if i remember this was before i put on any weight just after being diagnosed.
Wish I could say I had similar experiences working on a farm but was only wheat and sheep etc. GNR song Down on the farm comes to mind.
I also use to ride in my teens I owned a 16.2 hands bay thoroughbred mare. I’m sure I wouldn’t have made it through my teens without her. An expensive hobby I wish I could get back into.
