I was blessed to grow up on a farm, and when you’re a farm boy, exercise is part of your lifestyle. Like it or not, that environment makes you work out. On the farm, nature is your gym. You walk and run and swim and have to do a lot of work with animals too.
There’s this whole split personality thing of being a farm girl and a rock and roll girl.
From the CAA to farm laws, all sorts of legislations have been imposed by the BJP aimed at disturbing peace and stability of Punjab and the nation as a whole.
We lived on the farm, and our mode of transportation was wagon and team. No electricity. I’m the seventh son of 12 kids – eight boys and four girls. Mom and Dad handled that very well. But I wanted to get out.
I had a very happy childhood. I was lucky to grow up surrounded by nature and animals, to be outside all the time, and to work on a big farm with my dad.
In 1964, at the age of 39, Flannery O’Connor died from complications of lupus. She had lived with this autoimmune disease for 14 years, primarily confined to her mother’s farm, Andalusia, in Milledgeville, Ga.
I have wonderful memories of growing up on a farm with chickens running all around in the small southern Italian town of Torre del Greco.
On my grandmother’s chicken farm, they had cows, and they had this big metal container that the cows drank out of, and we used to swim in it. And we used to get into the chicken feed bins and dive through them.
I have a 60-acre farm in North Carolina, and I have a tractor and a farmhouse. As soon as I groom the land, I want to put cabins around and have a place where people can write and hang out. It’ll be either that or an all-black nudist colony.
I was raised by my grandmother on a farm, where we were really poor – we had dirt floors – but so did everybody else.
I voted with most of my colleagues in the U.S. House to reject a farm bill that would have cut $20 billion from the SNAP program.
I grew up shopping from farm stands. Dad taught me how to smell a good cantaloupe and thump a watermelon for ripeness.
Autonomous tractors would enable a farmer to focus on the work that matters the most on a farm.
Hollywood is a cross between a health farm, a recreation center and an insane asylum. It’s a company town, and I happen to like the company!
I’m a mechanical engineer, and I grew up on a farm, so I like practical hardware – somebody’s elegant solution that proves itself over the long term.
Competition got me off the farm and trained me to seek out challenges and to endure setbacks; and in combination with my faith, it sustains me now in my fight with Alzheimer’s disease.
I produce schnapps on my farm but I’m not fond of drinking it.
As a chef and activist, I’m particularly concerned with food politics issues such as the farm bill.
The many magazines, ranging from pulp to slick, that used to serve as both farm teams for writers and lures to readers, with hundreds of short stories every month, don’t exist. Most of the doors for new people have been sealed.
If you’re trying to cut down the distance travelled from the farm to your plate, it makes sense to do the same for your pet. If we all shifted our bias towards sustainable pet food, we would be helping more than just our faithful friends.
I’m a Texan. Some of me is still nestled up there in the Catskill Mountains: the summers I spent with my grandfather on the farm and the guys I played basketball with in high school. But then that was it.
In my neighborhood, there are stray goats everywhere, and, someone owns it. Someone has a farm full of goats. At daytime, they just let them loose, but then at nighttime, they just come back. So, it’s like, in daytime, the whole neighborhood is just filled with goats walking around.
Incredibly, oil and gas companies don’t have to pay certain environmental costs that amount to small change to them, while an offshore wind project start-up is faced with fees that could mean the difference between building a wind farm and packing up and going home.
I grew up around the corner from my grandparents’ dairy farm, which was three miles outside of a small town called Phoenix.
Growing up on a Cumbrian farm showed me first hand that you get out of life what you put in. If you don’t put crops in the ground, you can’t feed your animals or earn money.
It would be so simple for the government to support farmers to become more profitable and farm sustainably.
I am through with baseball forever. I have my farm and my home and enough to take care of me, so why should I work and worry any longer?
A more courageous empathy is needed in our country to see the struggles of people from factory towns to farm towns to city towns who can’t even afford the rent in their cities anymore because costs are going so high.
A border collie named Orson inspired me to buy a 110-acre farm with four barns and a sheep. That led to a series of books about Bedlam Farm and about dogs, rural life, lambing and herding sheep.
W. P. Kinsella, who was born on a farm near Edmunton, Alberta, has earned wide recognition for his wild imagination and rash humor as a writer.
One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting – not well; I am a terrible shot – quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.
I am a peasant from the Auvergne. I want to keep my farm, and I want to keep France. Nothing else matters now.
We have two dogs, Mabel and Wolf, and three cats at home, Charlie, George and Chairman. We have two cats on our farm, Tom and Little Sister, two horses, and two mini horses, Hannah and Tricky. We also have two cows, Holy and Madonna. And those are only the animals we let sleep in our bed.
Of course people don’t want war. Why should a poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best thing he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece?
We had a small farm growing up. It was my grandfather’s farm, and we didn’t torture the animals, and we didn’t feed them stuff we wouldn’t eat.
Living on the farm taught me that life is unpredictable and you need to put money away for a rainy day.
I’m one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.
We need a strong farm bill that gives assistance to farmers during times of drought, creates markets for local goods, protects our environment, and helps struggling families bridge the gap between hard times and a full dinner table.
I grew up in a farm town in Indiana. In the early years I played by myself, because there were no other musicians around.
Living here where I live, on a farm way out in the countryside, in the woods, in fact, I have plenty of time to be alone, and I like it. I always have. I like my own company. And I am not the only one who feels this way; a high percentage of the Norwegian population feel as I do.
We had about 400 acres, and I’m legitimately the true farm kid. We raised wheat, corn, soy beans. We hauled hay, cattle, hogs, horses.
The first thing my writing ever earned me wasn’t an advance on a book; it wasn’t a fee for an article or anything like that. It was, in fact, a residency at Hedgebrook Farm.
I grew up on a farm playing backyard footie in my bare feet.
The luckiest person in the world is somebody who is born into a small, shabby-genteel town on a major railway connection with 24,000 souls and a bird sanctuary and whose grandfather owns a farm and whose father owns a business -whose family is mildly prosperous but not rich, which means you can leave the town.
I grew up in this little farm town, and I’ve always dreamt of Hollywood and pop culture, and then I suddenly found myself plopped in the middle of it.
I have memories of being on the farm with my grandfather.
I was once fortunate enough to live close to a strawberry farm, and I’d always get excited to drive past it on my way to and from work. Every day, I’d roll down the windows and take in that sweet, almost candy-like smell that was so strong it filled the whole area, including my car.
I’ve put my whole heart into cooking dishes that I am passionate about on ‘Girl Meets Farm’, and this has been met with such great support from the whole team and the Food Network and now our viewers.
Our farm is a 15-minute walk to Pablo Picasso’s last home. Alongside it stands the lovely Notre-Dame-de-Vie Chapel with its 13th-century bell tower, which was visible to Pablo from his atelier.
I was brought up in a very rural area on grounds of a castle. It was a working farm, and I even remember the local shepherd wearing his Barbour jacket.
I wish I owned a bunch of farm land. I’d love to have fields full of grain.
Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.
But as a young kid, I never did, really have an ambition to be a farmer. I never thought, gee, I would like to farm, and I want to raise these crops. I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do.
In a raw political sense, I want to win farm country for Bill Clinton.
I’m actually no longer a strict vegan. I don’t hang out in the cheese section – I don’t even eat cheese. I don’t drink milk. But every once in a while I’ll have an egg. I’m going to eat eggs that come out of my next-door neighbor’s farm, that’s just the way it is.
