My grandfather who emigrated from Denmark, farmed outside of Yankton, South Dakota in the beginning early 20th century. He spent several years plowing with a hand plow and horses. Droughts and plagues of grasshoppers came, but he still loved the land. Even though my father did not follow in his dad's footsteps, he loved to drive the roads through farm country. He saw beauty where many might call the sights boring. I'm grateful for all he taught me about the beauty and struggle of farming. I would also like to thank all my local farmers for providing me the choice to purchase produce, grains, meats, etc. that is sustainably grown without chemicals.

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