06/04/2026
Who taught you to have your hands in the dirt?
What are your favorite memories and lessons learned from that person?
I love the stories that are behind all the pictures we see. The history, the love, the passion. Thats what drives it all, right? To me it will never be about how much I can make, but the history and memories in how it all started.
Two years ago, my dad would have sat in that red truck as I walked to the end of the row to tie off the irrigation. He would have drove down to pick me up, even though I could walk back just fine. We would laugh about the silly things and find one more thing to do before we left the farm for the night.
One year ago, I sat in that red truck and cried because it smelled just like summer nights spent with one of my favorite people who knew all the things. As I watched the weeds grow taller and my confidence fade in the hard decisions and questions I didnt have the answers to.
This year walking back, I looked up at that truck. I know he would be so proud of all the hard things we have pushed through since he passed away. Even though I miss how he made work feel fun and the season memorable. I am thankful to have so many amazing memories with him.
The truth is its going to be hard, I know that. You can either make it the best time of the year and look back on all the memories in gratitude or let the hard decisions eat you up. I guess I have a lot of work to do to fill the shoes and make this a great season.
