Sometimes I think it would be easier in an apartment with concrete walls, without milking schedules, vagaries of the weather and dirt on your knees. But then I open the window at 5:50 in the morning and hear the field waking up - and I understand: I'm in love. With the land, with the routine, with every crack in my palms.

And yet... how to keep personal in life, where every hour is scheduled for feeding, watering, harvesting and repairing the fence? I looked for the answer not in time management books, but in myself. At first, I tried to be super-efficient. I planned dates between watering and evening checks of the greenhouses. Guess how many times I fell asleep in my clothes right on the hay?

Now everything is different. I do not look for time - I create it. It's not about "carving out 15 minutes". This is about: turning off your phone, pouring tea, not looking at dirty boots in the corner and being here and now with yourself or someone who is important. Even if this someone just sends memes and asks how my potatoes are.

Love in such a life is not shouting at the whole neighborhood. It is when a person does not run screaming "you're covered in dust", but helps clean your nails. It is when after a hard day you just sit down silently next to someone and know: you will not be judged for bags under your eyes and a hoarse voice.

Combining farming and personal life is not a balance. It is a dialogue. With the world, with yourself, with those who are nearby. And, as in the earth, the result does not come immediately. But it always grows if you water it correctly.