Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to live in the country. My Kellogg ancestors settled in this part of the world in the 1830's, carving out whole sections of land to farm. A "section" is 640 acres, which equals about one square mile. My great grandparents and a great uncle were still farming that land when I was a child. My grandfather built a small house on his fifty acres and raised a family there, leaving farming to his brother. My grandmother on my mother's side of the family was raised on a farm, and could not wait to get away from all of the hard work required. So, we lived in town. I loved nothing so much as going to visit my grandparents, playing in the barns and fields, gathering nuts and learning to drive on the potholed dirt roads. Over the years the large Kellogg family farm was whittled down to a mere ten acres which a cousin lives on. When I finally had the opportunity to buy a piece of land in the country I was about beside myself with happiness. Little did I know what an adventure it would turn out to be. What follows is the ongoing story of my life on the farm.
