Farm Journal, Year 7, Day 234
“Should we start shopping for semen?” has become a perfectly normal question to ask my husband. And honestly, that’s not even the weirdest conversation we’ve had this week.
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In 2018, we learned a farm near my husband’s grandfather’s ranch was for sale. One last-minute plane ride and a long weekend in Missouri and I knew that ranch would be our forever home.
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