1972 & 1973 I lived in a log cabin way up north in Wisconsin. It was a former pig barn that had been remodeled, lol. Hand pump at the well, wood burning stove, kerosene lanterns and an outhouse out back. For sure, the better part of the day was doing things just for basic survival. Especially when you’d run out of wood in winter.
Well said. Farming is some of the hardest, most dangerous work around. First chance my uncle got, he ran off from the farm/ranch, flew B-17s over Germany: Better food, got to sleep in and kept all his fingers.
Buck bales of hay all day on your farm and see how you feel.
People who think they’re going to go back to the land remind me of `Oliver Wendell Douglas’ and the TV show `Green Acres’. Or hippies and their agri-communes where they slowly starved.