Worked my way through college on semester breaks on farms in Oregon and Germany.
I can totally relate.
The camaraderie of showing up at the shop with the other hands on a frigid morning, working until sunset, sometimes longer.
Watching crops grow.
Harvesting.
It also helps that I grew up in the last great generation of feral children.
We were outdoors all the time. Rain or shine.
I get depressed if I'm not outdoors enough to this day.
Outdoor living (as well as hard work) seems lost on so many people today.
