Friends, I have a confession: When I grow up, I want to be a farmer.

I can imagine what many of you are picturing right now, that image of the Farmer that is planted in our heads from childhood-- a scruffy, stoic Caucasian male, straw hat and plaid shirt and a piece of hay in his mouth, seated on a tractor and cultivating rolling fields of wheat or corn.   It’s true, there are farmers that fit this description.  But that is not the life for me.