A Farmer

What do you want to be when you grow up? My grandmother asked

A farmer I answer

She always smile and laugh a bit probably think it will never happen with my dad leaving the farm ate the first chance becoming a captain on a ship. But the 6 year old me was more right then me and my grandmother could have known.

Here she is my grandmother Elsa born 1913 with experience and traditions from another time, to live in tune with nature and following the seasons. A respected for everything looking living and knowing that here knowledge past on too me is something I us every day now as a farmer










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