Farms do look great from a distance. My mother grew up on a farm, 27 acres, I'd hear the stories from my uncles of all the animals, holes in the shoes, bread and water you know. I grew up in Philly and when we came to Jersey my ma would pick with her sisters , she had 9 brothers and sisters, but I wasn't in to picking. Besides by then my grandfather leased out his land to this local big guy and he always dropped off those baskets full off veggies and fruits. But they still liked to pick.
My ma would say if I don't help I don't get any, I still stayed in the pool. When we got that load of stuff home it would go bad if it wasn't for me ,I ate that stuff like crazy. But I saw enough of a farm and I did do enough picking not to want to do more.
My other aunt had a small growing area I guess a couple acres. They grew a little plus a section of grapes and chickens. I'd stay the weekend at times so they could go out and I'd watch my cousins. In the morning I'd go out with my uncle for eggs. He always got alot. Of course he'd shoot a couple ground hogs digging up around his barn. I wasn't ti hungry after that. Me and blood were never friends, even a cut oñ my finger
. I've gotten a lot better but at times my belly gets the best of me.But I understand the no farming thing. I'm not gonna lie, for some reason now a days I do miss portions of it.
. I have eggs every morning!
