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Different is OK. For instance, I like to see how many years and miles I can get out of a pickup (my current 12-year-old rig has almost 326,000 miles and 99 percent of everything still works), but I know a fellow who must have a new pickup every year.

Once springtime finally arrived, I got to thinking it might actually be possible to think about the spring branding.

March was Women’s History Month, and as a woman and a lover of history, I fully engage in the celebration of our vibrant and remarkable history. A social media post from popular blogger Carrie Mess – author of Dairy Carrie – reminded me not to forget about the history of women in agriculture. This got me thinking about how women in agriculture shaped my history.

The recent unpleasantness and uncertainty in the dairy industry has caused me to reflect a good bit in the past few weeks. My family was fortunate to know the pleasure of dairy farming in a more hospitable time. Markets were stable and prices allowed for personal growth and enjoyment; it really was “the good old days.”

A man is talking to the family doctor.

“Doc,” he says, “I think my wife’s going deaf.”

One of my best friends shared with me that his wife cannot understand his need to explore junkyards. His idea of a nice afternoon, and mine too, is having a couple of hours to explore a new junkyard. His own, he calls his “boneyard.”