We've always had enough. Never too much. Sometimes barely enough. But enough. He's been my one and only. My farmer. Though, not perfect, we've made our way. We've known heartache and pain, and joy and contentment.   People scoff at Valentine's Day. Poking fun. Seeing it as an over inflated, embellished, money making scheme. I'm enchanted. Enchanted by my farmer. Uniquely creating a fun day. The farming way. I may never have had a fancy dinner, jewelry or gifts. Most days I was so exhausted from work, kids, farm work, house work, etc to even remember. But he has ... View Post