icy weather
There are a lot of things we wouldn't want to do all the time, that we're willing to do some of the time, if it means we can farm.
Like hauling hay out by the sled load. When our twenty-four inches of post-Christmas snow got glazed over with almost an inch of ice, we found that the window of time for moving hay from the big barn up to the rented farm had closed before we had time to blink. Not even the F-250 in four-wheel drive can get up from the barn in those conditions, even when it's not carrying 50 bales of hay.
But it's not the end of the world.
So, maybe we don't just love to haul four or five square bales several hundred yards twice a day, and a good bit of it uphill, but then we don't just hate it, either. It's work, yes, but it's outside work, in snow and ice that look, when the sun strikes them, like a million million diamonds. And it gets the cows fed. And it's cheaper than any other solution, anywhere. And we're strong enough to do it.
There's a lot we'll do for the privilege of living the way we want to live.