I grew up on a farm in Michigan. It wasn’t a big industrial farm with thousands of pigs, cows, or acre upon acre of corn. It was what would probably be called a “hobby farm” today. We had a herd of dairy goats, a few pigs, horses, bunnies, lots of cats, dogs, a couple sheep and a big garden that we planted in the spring and harvested throughout the summer and fall. We sowed enough for what our family of six would need for the year. Canning, freezing, pickling everything we could for the winter months. I think today someone might refer to it is a “lifestyle” but that seems…