Back On the Farm

I've never baled hay, driven a tractor or fed cattle. This might be the source of a vague sense of displacement I've felt my entire life. I'm the first male in my family who has never toiled on a farm. While my father and both of my grandfathers eventually found their way to towns and cities, as boys and young men they spent their summers tending crops. Although farmers are joined by rural preachers and country schoolteachers on my American family tree, there's little doubt that these ancestors also got their hands dirty in the fields. I'm glad I'm not out posting holes at this moment, but my genetic code is telling me that's exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.