The only business experience she had was the goat dairy, the non-functional farm and a horse ranch that had been in the fetal stage for years.
A farm boy gone city.
He spent every evening tending his farm, as he called it.
When you live on a farm you learn to expect days like this and roll with the punches.
"But Uncle Henry and Aunt Em need me to help them," she added, "so I can't ever be very long away from the farm in Kansas."
He was raised on a South Carolina farm by a red neck father who didn't have two cotton balls to rub together.
The farm of the future will have neither.
Josh's mother and father lived on a farm within walking distance of Carmen and Alex – and from the farm where Lori and Josh lived when Josh died.
If you hadn't sold off all the farm equipment, you could have kept it brush hogged.
Ouray County doesn't have a farm vote.
My little Sabine farm is dear to me; for here I spend my happiest days, far from the noise and strife of the world.
I was more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
But I can't ask you two to take care of my farm that long.
A hundred years ago, there had been a homestead known as Thistle Farm there, but no remnants remained.
I imagine she figures if she gets Destiny, she'll get the farm and the insurance money.
He had no regard for the sentimental value of the farm where she grew up, nor any confidence that she was capable of running it.
Is it for my own pleasure that I am at the farm or in the office from morning to night?
He's gone back to that farm, and that's where he'll stay.
I asked my mother about visiting the country or a farm and she insisted I'd never travelled anywhere but here in New Hampshire until I left for the seminary.
The farm house area was unlighted and as still as a tomb according to Howie.
It was some distance from the farm house and he thought he might not get to it before it left.
A Colorado farm boy was found cowering from his father's wrath in the loft of a barn while a retarded Illinois ten year old was lured to the house of a local registered sex offender after being told his parents had sold him to the man.
It was a moonless night and the perpetrator cut the power, pitching the farm house into total darkness.
The home, now known as Eight Maples Farm, had been a gathering place for travelers seeking good music and refreshments, over two hundred years ago.
I'm sure some trusting farm folk will leave a door unlocked or a window open for my pleasure, for my endless possibilities.
She had not been reported missing because her mother lay dead in their small rural farm house over a hundred miles away.
I realized booze wasn't the recommended wash-down with my pain medication but I wasn't driving any farm equipment and I really needed a stiff drink.
The money and the farm meant nothing to Carmen.
Of course, she doesn't want the farm either, so she'll sell that.
Carmen had worked with Josh's parents to reserve both the money and the farm for Destiny.
Until she was of age, Josh's sister, Alice, and her husband would live on the farm and maintain it.
Josh had purchased an insurance policy on the loan and it had paid off the farm after his death, so they would live there rent free.
If they broke up, she still had the farm she had inherited.
The old farm house had been wrapped in insulation and sided.
If not to get the money and farm, then simply to make sure I didn't enjoy them.
In fact, if she had stayed on the farm, they would have helped her.
The way he had assumed command of the farm then had annoyed her, and yet, it had made him that much more appealing.
And yet, according to Katie, she ran a budding goat dairy on a run-down farm in Northwest Arkansas.
Alex wasn't likely to be much help with the farm, but it wouldn't do any good to argue the point with Katie.
Inviting Alex to visit this farm sounded more like a payback than a gesture of appreciation.
For the right man, I'm willing to turn over the running of the farm and become his helpmate.
So help him with his farm, start your horse ranch.
I've got enough to do on this farm without looking after a pretty boy.
In his absence, Alex had changed into clothes more suitable for farm work.
You guys think it's silly to name farm animals, but it's easier for Katie and me that way.
I made the decision to work the farm instead of selling the place and getting a job at some factory.
The farm doesn't pay as much, but it's more rewarding.
It wasn't Katie's farm and this pity party wasn't getting the chores done.
Anyway, I didn't figure I'd be running the farm for a while.
But then, he didn't expect a woman to be able to work a farm... it wasn't natural.
The only thing on my mind is keeping this farm solvent.
For the right man, she might give up the farm and go live in the city, but children?
The only reason Alex was here right now was to help Katie run the farm - and maybe convince her to go back to Houston with him.
After Josh left the farm, she stared at the empty doorway.
If you were male and born on a farm, you were almost certainly going to be a farmer.
Well, in the developed world, the percent of people needed to farm fell from more than 90 percent to today's 4 percent.
Without this, it is impossible to farm at scale.
If poor nations decide to pursue what I will call the Japan strategy, importing all their food and developing other industry, then they become huge fans of farm subsidies in other countries.
Say the poor decide they cannot compete with a modern farm, so they move to the city and get a job at a factory.
During the Great Depression in the United States, many unemployed Americans simply left the city and went back to farm life, sometimes living with relatives.
When so many people farm and so much depends on it, innovation will happen.
When I use a term like factory farm, I am envisioning not what these things are now but what they will be.
The farm of the future will rotate crops automatically and decide which fields to leave fallow.
If the farm of the future plugs into the national grid, it will become part of the national food strategy and can be optimized for financial yield for the owners.
The farm of today already has tractors that use GPS to make perfectly parallel rows with great precision.
Exportable technology can function around the world.
How do I reconcile my personal choices with my statement that the farm of the future is a good thing?
First, this future farm I describe is nothing like what I go out of my way to avoid today.
I abhor the conditions under which we commercially raise farm animals today.
Third, the day will come when the farm of the future will make a healthier, less expensive, more ecologically friendly, fresher, and better-tasting product.
But when the farm of tomorrow delivers on this holistic promise, I think all people will embrace it.
I foresee a day when, on a Sunday afternoon, a family might drive (or actually be driven by their car) out to a farm to see where food comes from.
I do miss Red Farm and the dear ones there dreadfully; but I am not unhappy.
Men and oxen exchange work; but if we consider necessary work only, the oxen will be seen to have greatly the advantage, their farm is so much the larger.
Now, to speak the truth, I had but ten cents in the world, and it surpassed my arithmetic to tell, if I was that man who had ten cents, or who had a farm, or ten dollars, or all together.
I have frequently seen a poet withdraw, having enjoyed the most valuable part of a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got a few wild apples only.
It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail.
Nor is there any man so independent on his farm that he can say them nay.
He was about twenty-eight years old, and had left Canada and his father's house a dozen years before to work in the States, and earn money to buy a farm with at last, perhaps in his native country.
What right had the unclean and stupid farmer, whose farm abutted on this sky water, whose shores he has ruthlessly laid bare, to give his name to it?
Where now firm open fields stretch from the village to the woods, it then ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs, the remnants of which, doubtless, still underlie the present dusty highway, from the Stratton, now the Alms-House Farm, to Brister's Hill.
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
I was raised on a farm, and being an only child, I learned not to depend on others for entertainment.
I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.
You could find the farm house, couldn't you?
I pass farm country, for miles and miles as I travel in my home on wheels.
If you tell me every little thing you know or even suspect, I'll just drive away and let you walk down the lane to one of those farm houses we passed.
I recall him talking about maple sugaring on a farm when he was a kid, Charlie said.
Around the farm and at school, he rolled his left sleeve up to make all available use of the deformed appendage, but when he dressed for church he always wanted it covered.
I'm like some poor farm girl, barefoot as the day I was born.
He was not strong enough to work on the farm like his brothers; but he loved books and study.
If, on the other hand, they want self-sufficiency in agriculture, then farm subsidies in other countries are bad for them.
Instead, it is a large, open-air farm with a robot assigned to make each turnip be all that it can be.
Inside the lean-to was a menagerie of antique farm equipment.
The trip took us out of the District on the Maryland side as we headed west through picturesque rolling hills and farm lands.
We only managed four sessions; one to an uninhabited area, another in open farm land but one we thought was interesting.
Lori could have kept the baby, the farm and the money, but she chose to "escape" instead.
I've been running a farm all my life.
My farm outgoes for the first season were, for implements, seed, work, etc., $14.72-1/2.
When her husband took his place she concluded, from the rapid manner in which after taking up his table napkin he pushed back the tumbler and wineglass standing before him, that he was out of humor, as was sometimes the case when he came in to dinner straight from the farm--especially before the soup.
It was on these byways that Dean opted to travel, rolling along the river with the down of cottonwoods filling the air like a winter snowstorm, past the occasional farm house, fields, and ever-present vista of mountains wrapping around him.
Then, without another word, he mounted his brother's little farm horse and rode away.
The man who has actually paid for his farm with labor on it is so rare that every neighbor can point to him.