A couple days ago, we went to a dairy farm! My papa (grandfather on my mom’s side), had a horse ranch. He was a very hardworking man, rancher, and pastor, and built his house, his barn, his shed, and his church all by himself. When I go to a farm or a ranch, I can’t help but remember and be reminded of him, and feel him still with me. Having my own little farm and garden has been a dream of mine for a while, but the goal really solidified when I spent time with the animals. Taking care of animals (as a lifestyle but not a job) is something that I can really see myself doing! Half my family on my mom’s side were ranchers, and my aunt on my dad’s side went to college for agriculture and now teaches it in Davis, California, which is a big ag town. Maybe it’s just something in my blood! Everything about the dairy farm seemed like home, as I associate all the smells, sounds, and feelings with the fond memories I have at my papa’s ranch. It all can be a little gross or unappealing for some people, but for me it feels like home.

SHETLAND PONIES!! They are mini versions of some of the horses my Papa had :’)

COWS!!! Cows are my Aunt Jenni’s favorite animal so whenever I see a cow I am reminded of her 🙂

CHICKENS I ACCOMPLISHED MY GOAL OF PETTING A CHICKEN THEY’RE SO SOFT