I didn’t grow up on a farm. In fact, the closest I had ever been to a dairy farm was driving past one on the bus on my way to school as a kid. We liked to call it the “stinky old dairy farm”. I will be honest, until I met my husband, I never gave farming a second thought. I never questioned where my food came from or how it got from farm to store. In 2009, my husband moved to my hometown to start his dairy farm. He moved from an area well-known for dairy farming and had dairy several generations back on both sides. He always dreamed of owning his own farm but knew to start from the bottom, he had to do so in another area. He moved across the … read more
