I Grew Up On A Farm

Growing up on a farm is the best. You can't beat the life lessons, the hard work and rewards, the family time. Here are a few reasons we thank God every day that we grew up on a farm!

Growing up on a farm means no neighbors. The quiet and peace is amazing. Wide open spaces and fresh air.

On a farm, you grow up knowing how to care for and love animals from a young age. And knowing they love you back!

Eating your yard! Growing seeds into plants and cooking what you grew.

Working on a farm means learning responsibility and patience.

Bottle-feeding baby animals. So much better than playing house!

Running outside barefoot.

Appreciating each season for a different reason.

When all the other kids learned about animals from a book, we had them in our yard.

The sound of the sprinklers running.

Learning to drive on equipment rather than a car.

Enjoying the smell of freshly-plowed fields.

Jumping on hay bales.

Learning the value of hard work. Watching your crops grow and recognizing you were part of the big picture.

Being really small and needing help getting up in the tractor or combine. The view from up there was so nice.

Eating fresh tomatoes right off the vine.

Learning the ropes with the help of Grandpa's strong, calloused hands.

Talking to the cows and pretending they would talk right back.

Hanging out in the barn.

Finally being old enough (or tall enough) to help!

Praying at the dinner table even though supper was sometimes pretty late.

Spending quality time with family, day and night.

Animals teaching you about the circle of life.


It's the best life you can imagine. Did we miss any great things about growing up on a farm? Share in the comments!

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tinker brisby - Saturday, June 27, 2015 at 3:21:45 PM
The smell of ground that has just been worked. We farmed in the bottoms and always had to use a cultipacker and I thought it was always such a pretty sight to see a well groomed finished field with packer tracks
Guess thats why I like the strips in my yard
Teri - Wednesday, August 5, 2015 at 11:53:45 AM
The smell of fresh cut alfalfa. Makes me smile just thinking about it.
Michelle fuller - Thursday, August 6, 2015 at 7:35:43 AM
I love the smell of horses. And hay. And freshly turned soil. You could smell when it was time to plant the garden.
Gina - Monday, November 23, 2015 at 5:01:25 AM
I remember the smell of the baby calves when they bottle fed. Or helping deliver the babies. And Driving down the road and a smell catches your attention- you know it's alfalfa.
linda - Saturday, February 6, 2016 at 1:13:13 PM
The smell of rain is different in the country !
Monica - Saturday, February 6, 2016 at 7:01:07 PM
The family stories that haunt a person for generations! Ie being drug thru the dirt while halter breaking the 4-h steer.
Dale - Saturday, February 6, 2016 at 7:16:48 PM
The smell of quality corn silage and haylage in the manger.
Roberta - Saturday, February 6, 2016 at 9:43:38 PM
I miss alot of these things, but not the bitter cold of winter.
Jane pitt - Monday, February 8, 2016 at 1:37:07 PM
Eating lunch in the fields during harvest time and warm milk straight from the cow
Lisa - Saturday, April 23, 2016 at 6:43:56 PM
Smell of the first rain after a long hot dusty summer. The barn as your play ground and jungle gym. Baby anything....calves, foals, kittens, puppies, lambs
Deb - Saturday, April 23, 2016 at 6:58:27 PM
You don't have neighbors close but we had great neighbors. When you needed help, they were there. I grew up in a great community
Wendy Shire - Saturday, April 23, 2016 at 10:40:03 PM
Following the mama cat up into the hay mow to see where she hid her kittens...learning patience by taming them !
Jandra - Saturday, April 23, 2016 at 11:00:08 PM
Playing in a hopper wagon full of beans or corn! We would jump from the hay mow into the wagons. I still do it every chance I get!
Margaret - Thursday, April 28, 2016 at 8:45:31 PM
Coming home from school on the bus, changing clothes and getting at your chores like cutting wood, shoveling coal for the stove, gathering eggs, feeding the pigs, and then helping mom peel fresh picked corn for supper to go along with the chickens that sacrificed their life for our meal.
Venita - Thursday, June 23, 2016 at 9:14:40 AM
The taste of home grown strawberries

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