Farmers are the best people ever.

I want to be one. No, really. I want to farm. But I digress...

I went to buy some fresh, local eggs tonight, and it was not at all what you'd expect. At least from the outside. I figured there'd be a vague mailbox and a long, gravel driveway to a little farm off the beaten path in the middle of nowhere.

And.... No. It was just another neighborhood. I could see what appeared to be the chicken's fenced-in area in the backyard. Other than that, it seemed to be just a typical house.

But the folk that met me inside were all farmer fantastic! I thankfully remembered to call her just as I was exiting I-81, so she dropped what she was doing to wash the eggs she'd collected that evening. WOW. That. Evening. Heck yeah!

When I got there, she explained that what she'd been doing was cooking dinner on Mexican night. So festive! They were making quesadillas with their beef (they raise cows, too, and it looked really festive. There were cute little ones looking on from the stairs, happy smiles on their faces. I shook hands with her husband, and she got me the eggs. We chatted for a few minutes and really hit it off! Such lovely conversation about farmers and projects and food and supplements (these things just come out of my mouth now- it's like I'm always at work)- very similar interests. It made me homesick for my dream of a homestead!

But the thing that makes farmers awesome is that so often you find they're people with heart, you can just see it! Robust, honest, playful, and hearty. Kinda shiny, even. Who doesn't want a life like that?