I didn't grow up on a farm.
Up until a few years ago, I didn't know anything about our farm except where it was. And even that was only in general terms.
Today, I don't pretend to be an expert and I certainly wouldn't be so presumptuous as to call myself a farmer, but I've come to love the land that has been in my family for nearly a century.
June is harvest time for winter wheat and this year the wheat looks good for us. What was green just a few weeks ago has turned into a sea of golden grain. We are blessed to have wonderful people who farm for us and take care of our land. Without them, this simply could not happen.
I've had the chance to ride on the combines. I've seen beautiful sunsets and we've run from a hail storm - all during the same harvest.