As with anything in life, it’s the journey that matters. The farm is a beautiful place because it is a canvas where you get to play with and learn from the most real teachers in the universe.. time, weather, and good company. The experiences are multifaceted. There are times where you feel on top of the world covered in horse crap, or with your fingers so cold you can’t feel them anymore. You get to experience the loss in death, and appreciate the aesthetics in color and flavor, smell and texture, the allbeit “taboo” subject of sex, which drives the creative engines of this living planet. My advice would be to eat a good breakfast, bring layers, good shoes, and don’t be afraid of the future, because as farmers, or earth lovers or whatever, your ride is about hope… you trust that the seeds you plant, physically and symbolically, have this crazy infinite potential in them.