When I Grow Up I Want to Be a Farmer
The sun was hot on her head, and the soil beneath her bare feet was silky. The breeze on her face and hair was heavy with humidity, and smelled of sweet prairie grass. A soft drone could be heard from the insects that lived there. It was her favorite place. That farm belonged to Deborah Jacobs' grandparents. It was on their farm that she knew that her future would somehow involve an agriculture profession. Deborah felt the urge to become a farmer for her entire life, so her journey began at a very young age. Her parents preferred city life, so she spent most of her life in urban America. She could never get past the memories of her rural experiences, and when she got the chance to leave the city, she did so. The stories in this book capture Deborah's experiences dealing with the activities of farm living. They seize the transition between wearing dress clothes and pantyhose in an office position, to donning muddy boots to do her job. It is a love story.
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