Some moments of reflection as I sit in the quiet, dark hours of the early morning, on the last day of the year.
What drew me to farming? Sometimes I like to tell myself it’s innately in me. That somehow my family’s immigration from Norway to Wisconsin in the early 19th century to farm the land,...
What drew me to farming? Sometimes I like to tell myself it’s innately in me. That somehow my family’s immigration from Norway to Wisconsin in the early 19th century to farm the land,...