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I was in elementary school when I first heard reports about this new technology called the internet. Having grown up with it as it evolved, it was up to me to tell my grandmother that Nigerian princes weren’t going to send her money or let my father know that no one from Scotland was going to put a down payment for the truck he was selling on Craigslist in upstate New York.

I cannot help but wonder as I watch the news and listen to modern soothsayers make predictions concerning the future of this pandemic. “It is only going to get worse,” they say. “We must brace ourselves for the second wave,” they say.

Our farm is in the midst of expanding by diversification. We dairy farm, crop farm and run a coffee and gelato shop in our hometown. We have a lot of irons in the fire, to say the least. And, noticeably enough, all three of those things are busiest (except for fall harvest) in the summer.

I know it isn’t January, but I’m going to talk about New Year’s resolutions. Now, I don’t do resolutions, but I do set goals each year. Usually, I try to do something or travel somewhere new, and I try to learn a new skill.

Every day, we get older – but it’s better than the alternative. They say wisdom comes with age, but so does arthritis, slower movement and the walking farts.

While fictional novels about farming have increasingly become scarce over the last century, nonfiction about agriculture remains in steady supply.