Today we spent the day farming. My grandson worked alongside us. When Becky and I purchased our farm 26 years ago, we had a dream. We dreamed that the farm would eventually become an intergenerational farm. And guess what? I'm more than grateful to be able to say this is exactly what our God has allowed it to become. I thought about that as my 17-year old grandson operated the baler today.
The fact that our farm now involves three generations is almost beyond me. Thank you, God, for never leaving nor forsaking me or my family.
Farms used to be passed along from generation to generation. It only made sense that parents would pass the farm to their children who had grown up participating in farm life. Since the 1980s, farms have been gobbled up either by corporate agribusinesses or data farms. Today, fewer than half of American farms are family-run operations. But some small farms are bucking the establishment. Why, horse breeders have even come from as far away as Charlotte, NC, for our hay.
Today I farmed with my son and my grandson. I guess that makes me a grandfarmer. Not sure if I've ever heard that word before. But feel free to call me that any time.