Memories of Farm Life

If there is anything that brings joy in the life of a person, that would be making a living and working for his passion. Through this, work won't be another mundane job of everyday, work becomes pleasing, inspiring, and something that brings joy into someone's life. That simply describes the life my dad threads to follow through the years, but this has never been of rainbows and butterflies, I'm sure I have heard enough of regrets and disappointments.

He was a public school teacher in Bukidnon for some years, later, after I was born, he gave up his teaching career to put up a farming business. This was the passion that he wishes to pursue, thus bravely he started a farm. Perhaps by chance, getting his assignment in Bukidnon for his first teaching job, became a spark of hope to start farming, considering that this province is also known to be the food basket of the Philippines because of vast agricultural areas.

And, this was the beginning of my memories with the farm life.

Since then, farming and vegetable gardens have always been a part of us. Though I studied primary school in Cagayan de Oro City, my summers and school breaks were all spent in Bukidnon. When I was younger, I can remember helping my dad carry gallons of water from a nearby stream to water his garden. Later, after the day, my little brother and I will go home riding a cart maneuvered by the cow. These memories have been an exciting experience I look forward to when I was a wee bit younger. Everything was like a playground for me that time, and I think there is nothing I care in the world than to enjoy each day happy and free. Yes! Childhood days were just so wonderful.

However, as I mature, I began to hate farm life. I was ashamed to admit to my friends in school that my father is a farmer. I began to hate school breaks because it entails helping and getting dirty. My tasks on the farm grew harder too, I remember sorting sizes of potatoes and wrapping cabbages with newspaper before packing it in a box, cleaning and brushing the soil from carrots and radishes, and help cover the tomatoes with a piece of paper. That instant in my life, the farm has been like a horrific school break for me, but my mom would nag us if we will not help, certainly because she can save with the manpower if we're there to help.

Another thing I would shrug doing was cooking in the dirty kitchen. In the city during school days we can easily cook with the rice cooker and the gas stove, but on the farm we have to use the traditional way of cooking- chop some wood, let it dry in the sun, make a fire and all. Ugh! All that tedious process makes me want to cry.

I admit, I was once a stubborn child before. However, I never show to my parents that I hate the farm that time, so I guess I'm not that horrible child after all, yet never mature as I thought. Right now, as I jog my memory back to the farm, I can only laugh about them, and never regretted any single day I spent my life back then.

Nowadays, I am proud of myself that I could cook and prepare food the hard way, and experienced the life that had given us a better way of understanding life and family itself.

Farm life is hard, but it is always refreshing to work closely with nature. The memories and experiences will never be futile as well because all that are what we call the basics of living.

Anyway, just something from the memory lane. This article was inspired from a contest giveaway @Dr.Zak initiated from his article that you can read here.

Thanks for reading guys!

Photos were all taken way back when the lens of my DSLR got dusty and you might think those are UFO's taken accidentally, lol!

Lead Image and all photos by me. Just some random photos I took from my last visit in Bukidnon pre-pandemic.

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05/10/2022

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