The Unspoken Language

This week as I sat down to write this post, my mind was filled with great ideas, that is, until I put them onto paper.  With every attempt at a post, I read the final product and wasn’t satisfied, and I really couldn’t think of a way to fix it either.  So, I did what every writer does when they encounter writer’s block, and just up and left my computer.  Sometimes, the best way to write is to clear your head and just not think about it, and by George it worked!

Quesadillas and conversation

To help clear my head (and fill my stomach), I made my way to a little family owned Mexican place that never fails to put a smile on my face.  As I waited in line, the man in front of me turned around and started a conversation.  From the minute we started talking, I knew he was a farmer.  He never told me he was, it was just in his nature.  During our wait, we talked about the weather, the upcoming calving season, and how ready we were for spring to arrive.

The farmer’s eyes

So you might be thinking, how did you know that he was a farmer?  Well my friend, it’s simple.  When you spot a farmer, you’ll see callused hands, rough from all the years of working outdoors.  When they walk, they walk heavy from all the years of wearing work boots.  When they smile, you feel like you’ve known them for years.  And when you see their eyes, you will never see anything more honest.

The language

The language is unspoken, but it’s there nonetheless.  It’s an ongoing trust that says no matter when you need me, I will be there.  It’s the bond that allows farmers to pick up on a conversation in the middle of the city and talk as if they’d known each other for years.

Writing this made me think of my Great Grandpa; even if you didn’t know him, there was no doubt that he was a farmer.  His back was one that had labored many days in the hot sun and cold winter, and his hands wore the many calluses of long work days.  His smile made you smile, and in his eyes you could see the years of memories of caring for the crops, the animals, and his family.

There’s a lot to be said for this unspoken language, it truly is what brings so much life to a simple smile, a handshake, and a glimpse into someone’s eyes.



Sound of a million dreams

Maybe you have heard the song “The Sound of a Million Dreams” by country singer David Nail (if you haven’t, I highly suggest you go listen to it).  What’s great about this song is that it doesn’t matter if you love music or not, this song just speaks to you and takes you to a place where you can really ‘hear’ your dreams happening.  As we tiptoe out of winter and slowly make our way into springtime, there are many sounds slowly making their way back into our lives.  Singing birds in the morning, the light pitter-patter of raindrops on the barn roof, boots sloshing around in the mud, and that newborn calf mooing and playing in the field.

Ahh Springtime…

Yes it’s just the beginning of March, and here in Ohio, that could mean another month of snow, but it never hurts to dream right?  In the world of agriculture, prep for the spring season comes long before those April showers and May flowers.  So when we see glimpses of spring, we get pretty excited!  Spring is the season for planting, new life, and hope for the seasons to come.

The Dreams

Undoubtedly, when we in agriculture start thinking about springtime, our minds ponder over all the amazing possibilities and opportunities that could come our way.  What will the weather bring this year, will our crops grow?  How about that new calf, I think she could be a winner!  Of course, we also get to dreaming about those summer nights with lightning bugs and bonfires, but the point is that those spring sounds just get the dreams rolling!

The Sound

I’m sure you all have some memories associated with a certain sound, whether it be a song or something else.  In farming, there are many sounds we hear every day (some associated with smells), but some of those sounds just make us smile and remember why we do what we do.  That newborn lamb or calf or foal making it’s first sound is one of the most precious things a farmer will ever hear, it means that they have been blessed with the opportunity to take care of a new life.  The sound of the wind blowing through a corn field, rustling the growing leaves, or the sound of a tractor turning up soil.  Whatever sound it may be, there’s just something special about those spring sounds, they really are the sounds of a million dreams.




And if you haven’t heard “The Sound of a Million Dreams” yet, here’s a link!