I pronounce myself a “proud farmer”……

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The one place on the earth that holds the most beautiful dreams and memories for me is my farm house in western part of our country. It is a small farm made up of hilly rocky land with a valley and river haachu make its way below my farm house. I was born and raised here. Being raised up in a farm house I have experienced many cheerful activities.  As a kid I love lending hand to my parents.
 Life in a farm was always busy and occupied. It is here where I felt the true beauty of nature. How excited I would be to witness the new life (calves) coming into the world and taking its first breath. I enjoy looking after them till they are a week old. On the other side I would be weeping for the mother of one you couldn’t save as she calls to her offspring who will never answer. It is life in a farm where you could see the time flow; puppies grow into dogs, calves into cows, foals into horses and kitten into lovely cats.
Working with soil was so much fun. Right from my childhood I was able to make out the types of soil, fertilizers, and of course the tools used in farm. I enjoy watching the seed grow into a plant and later harvesting the product. I was exposed to farming ever since I was a kid. Being a farmer isn’t that easy... Life in a farm is a school of patience; you can’t hurry the crops or make an ox in two days. There is so much to be known. It is in a farm where we get to taste fresh products. I still remember my mom giving us a cup of fresh curd every evening. The fresh apple that my father used to sent me when I was in a high school; I would proudly share it with my buddies. I had been a healthy kid and I still am a healthy lady (LOL). It is all because of farm products that I had. I feel proud to be a daughter of a farmer. Farmers; they are the richest people.
My Farm House....
Today being an agriculturalist, I feel that in agriculture there is a great burden of responsibility. If I do not farm this land, who will? If I do not feed the people, who will? If I do not care for the living things, who will? If I do not improve the soil, air and water, who will?... it is not something a farmer can easily walk away from. What reason is there to go on doing this year after year? What can be gained? So much is sacrificed!!  Today I never regret for being an agriculturist. It is so much fun to be working back with soil and sustaining the nature. A soil is a priceless gift of nature and it is in soil where we can make our future. Maybe it is because that I am a snake and I love being in soil. I am a proud farmer!!!
At the end of the day “I am a farmer and I celebrate agriculture- everyday in every way”. Cheers to all farmers for feeding the people!!!
My Lovely kittens at my farmhouse...



Self at My Farmhouse In Haa...

Comments

  1. Unknown29 March 2013 at 07:06

    nic 1 again... me too rele feel proud of being one of farmer's children ......

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  2. Country Girls Diary23 June 2013 at 20:57

    Yeah kencho.....Feel proud of our parents...... I sincerely salute all the farmers for feeding the people....

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