Today’s Ag Day Post is by “The Four Country Gals” began farming their 9.6 acre property in 2007. In six short years, they have developed a sustainable farm on the SW Utah high desert. All four are retired from very stressful careers and find the business of both produce farming and small animal wrangling to be both fun and exciting. They earned their “shepherd’s” mantle last year, having had it bestowed upon them by a neighboring sheep herder, who had been mentoring them for five years. Now the Four Country Gals are mentoring two other new farmers in the area.
What’s windy, dusty, abused, short on water, and fairly isolated? It’s where you’ll find us, the Four Country Gals, tending our little flock of sheep, tiny herd of goats, and a couple thousand square feet of garden.
Yeah, we’re small, but we’re awesome.
Over the past eight years, we’ve taken our little piece of “paradise”…
Jenny Dewey is a country girl at heart. Born and raised in Northern California and growing up in her parent’s butcher shop and deli, agriculture has always been a part of her life. She recently followed her heart to North Dakota where she is now engaged to a sunflower farmer and works at his ag supply business. Besides spending time with her farmer, Jenny loves to take photos with her DSLR, the challenges of bringing culture to the prairie through a variety of culinary creations, and using her interior design degree to flip their bachelor pad into a home.
WARNING! This might be considered by some to be gross, inappropriate, or tragic, but I think it is extremely important share the how’s, what’s and why’s of our food. If you have any questions about anything you see please ask – I love to share about the ranch.
As I shared with you before, our hogs have been slaughtered. That was the whole reason we bought the hogs, to eat them. They were not pets. We never planned on keeping them. They would not have existed at all if they did not perform this function. I chose this particular breed of hog because it is a critically endangered heritage hog. I wanted to use this blog to hopefully encourage other producers and ranchers to investigate the red wattle, tamworth, or hereford hog, to raise! And since I know that happened, I feel really happy about this whole project!
3 years! Can you believe it? Prior to National Ag Day 2010, I was involved in social media and advocating for the agriculture industry, but I had yet to really find my spot. That all changed with one tweet. I posted my response on the Working Ranch magazine blog I was writing at the time and received far more response than I could have ever imagined. That planted the seed for this blog and the I am Agriculture Proud theme I use across several Social Media platforms.
Here is a short list from MSN regarding organic baby products. Check them out and see what you think. Although I am not in the having a baby stage of my life yet it’s always good to be on top of these subjects because I am in the Auntie stage. It’s always good to have more knowledge! Some of these products, like California Baby and Organic Puffs, can even be picked up at Target!
I even love the idea of products from The Honest Company. You can visit their website and choose from diapers or products for a free trial *only costs S&H* to see what they have to offer.
Towards the end of last year I decided that it was time for a change. Time that I started really going after what I desire. What I’ve always desired. Agriculture. Horses, cattle, you name it. I’ve loved the ranching style of life since I was little. There are even pictures of me on tractors and riding ponies at the fair.
No matter how much I loved it as a kid, there was always something that made me think there was no future in being a cowgirl. Afterall what kind of money does that profession make? It’s a crazy idea to want to be a cowgirl. Especially when no one within the last few generations has been anywhere near a farm or ranch.
It’s something that I’d have to be born or married into. At least that had been my thought for the last twenty something years of my life. And how lucky had I not turned out to be. I’m sure my family thought that it was just the musings of a little girl fascinated with horses. There are times even now that I think they still do. That I just like to play cowgirl.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, however I can see where they might get that idea. For the most part I feel like I have just been playing cowgirl. I go riding when I get the chance, if a friend offers. I haven’t been to a rodeo, or even seen cows in almost a year. I’ve let the passion I once had as a little girl sit on the curb.
A change is needed. I was raised to believe that I can do anything I put my mind to. So why haven’t I? Why have I let doubt creep in? I’m better than that. I’m better than just letting time pass by as I sit pretending to be content.
This year will be the start of a new path for me. A path that will be the less taken. As Robert Frost put it;
” Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference”
Thanks to my friends for keeping me inspired by their words and actions and pushing me, sometimes literally, towards my dreams. Sometimes a good kick in the butt is what’s called for to shake me out of what I’ve settled for. And realize that I can do it on my own, like my parents always told me I could. I’m not waiting for it to fall into my lap anymore.
Ever have that feeling you’re not doing what your suppose to be doing? I have that feeling a lot. Mainly because I know that I am not doing what I should be doing. For instance, did you know that I have always wanted to visit and maybe move to Australia? It’s one of those “dreams” that I have. A lot.
The biggest of these “dreams” being in the Ag industry. Somehow in the timeline of this dream I have been detoured by, well, myself. There can be a lot of excuses made as to how I let this happen. But that’s the key word right there, let. I’ve been going along with things all wrong.
At the time it didn’t seem so awful. Helping others, giving of myself so that other people could do the things that they needed to do. Doubting myself. Believing at times that I just couldn’t do it on my own. That I either needed someone else or wasn’t qualified.
I’ve come to the conclusion that all of my doubts were wrong. I need to start believing in myself more. Wanting it more. I use to think that I wanted it. But I haven’t been enough. I’ve got to buckle down and just go for it. Take the leap, let go and see where I land.
I don’t know how long that’s going to take but I know that I’ve got to do it. I can’t keep procrastinating. I’m better than that. So why should I let myself believe otherwise?
It always seems this time of year that there are a few non-believers doubting Santa Claus’s existence. My little nephew even came home one day with the same question. It brings me back to this original post in The Sun from a little girl named Virginia who asked a question because at school she had been told that there was no Santa Claus. This is the response she got way back in 1897 that I still believe holds true today with the Facebook and social media buzz of Random Acts of Kindness.