I went for a bit of a walk after church today, nothing strenous, just for looking around at the scenery. Sparrow Falls really is a breath of air. I can't believe I've been here only a month, I feel like it's really become my new place to live. Well, it has. Drove Mary up towards a part of town I haven't been before where there were some fields, and I decided well here's a nice place for a stroll. So I strolled. It was another very nice summer day, not too hot, but definitely warm. It's been a while since the cold spells, and I'm glad for it, as I don't miss winter really. I came across these fields I was telling you about, it was actually at the end of a little walking track that I wasn't sure where it went exactly, but since this part of town was more west, I don't think could have been part of the reserve. And here was a huge field, actually I think two or three fields. The houses were in the distance, and they had some cabbage or some green vegetable in rows (or columns, depending on which direction), and they looked like they were pretty much ready for harvest. I haven't actually asked, but I have a feeling that Sparrow Falls probably produces a good chunk of its produce, vegetables and fruit mainly. So there I was strolling away when I came across a harvester. These things are usually pretty noisy as I understand, but this guy had a small-town version of the thing I assume, and it wasn't all that loud. I enjoyed watching him chomp away at the grain, and slowly the field went from yellow to brown again. I don't know if its considered rude to stare, but I do it all the time. I think he noticed me, because after about ten minutes he stopped and started to come my way. I thought oh no leg it Livi. But legging it never turns out well.

Turns out he was very friendly, one of those 'country people' who liked to stop and have a chat. So we talked, mainly about pumpkins and cabbage, but also about wheat, rice, and corn. Actually it's a very hard job being a farmer, not that I would know directly being a city girl, but that he told me. He only works to supply his family and the small kind of neighborhood who buys from him, but he seemed quite satisfied. Happy even, I would say. But he told me that it was not all easy work. Last spring the locusts and caterpillars demolished lots of his produce, and the spring before that there was some sort of issue with the soil where the grain struggled to grow. But I saw him there at the end of his day looking absolutely exhausted, and yet somehow happy. The piles of grain were in big bins to the right, near the trail, and off the field, and he said he stored it, hulled it, ground it himself, it was a family business passed down from generations. They only had small-scale machines, but it was enough to do the work. I said what's the hardest part of your business? He smiled, and said "sowing, because you never know how it will turn out."

Apparently there's an old farmers' saying that goes "one for the soil, one for the birds, and one to grow," or something like that. I thought it was interesting. He also said the Ayckerie Bakery uses his flour, so I'm planning to go there soon, maybe this coming week, to try their bread. Wonder if it's any much different than the regular bread. Well, that's my story for today, I met a farmer.

- Livi