There is a voice inside me . . . growing louder, gaining momentum, engulfing my thoughts. It tries to break free, but when I attempt to grasp the words to bring conveyance to them, they float away like the dandelion seeds on a spring day.
I have a passion. But unfortunately, I have not learned how to formulate and express it in a clear and concise way that others may be interested in.
To put it simply, I care about American agriculture. I care about our freedom to farm, about our rapidly diminishing farmland due to overdevelopment, and about the quality of our food because it is a direct relation to the quality of our health and our lives. I care about the policies that affect those things and want to do what I can to find my place in this circle.
But where does that leave this blog? What direction will it take?