It seems like the past year was about endings. After lots of planning and waiting for the right time My Farmer has ended being a farmer.

That doesn't just mean the end of a life time of work but for us also the end of the stress and the worry of trying to seed, grow and harvest in some very questionable weather.
It means the end of living in southern Saskatchewan. It means the end of living on our little acreage.
It is the end of walks along a country road and getting pelleted by gravel and dust when the drivers refuse to slow down when they go past. No more do I have to drive to the next little town to pick up my mail. It's the end of being 45 minutes away from the convenience of doctors, dentists, grocery stores and shopping malls.
It's the end of long prairie sunsets out of my living room window, some of them would take your breath away they were so amazingly beautiful.
