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As I’ve noted before in this column, each February marks an anniversary in my career as an agricultural/dairy journalist. This February starts the 43rd year in my profession and the seventh year with Progressive Dairy.

If there is one thing I learned while growing up on the family dairy, it’s that farmers wear a lot of hats. No, I’m not talking about all the free ball caps stashed on the shelf in the coat closet. I am talking about the occupational hats farmers wear.

It’s that wonderful time of year when it is hard to avoid ruts. Moisture from snowmelt or spring rains create a muddy mess. If you don’t have concrete everywhere you need to drive, you’re probably creating a rut. It will either freeze or dry into place, and you’ll be left with two options – follow the same path or take the uncomfortable route across it.

The Bible is an endless river of goodness and wisdom. When I was a child, it was a library of compelling stories my parents and Sunday school teachers used to coach me about the perils and evil persuasions of life.

Ireland, until about the 1940s or so.

As farmers, we pride ourselves in the things we grow, like our calves and crops. According to merriam-webster.com, growth is defined as “the process of growing.”