I’m not a farmer, not in any sense of the word. I’ve never driven a tractor, milked a cow, ploughed, harvested or anything. And yet, Milton despite the insane growth over the past decade and a half the town remains firmly rooted in its rural foundations. And while the sprawl has reached out and struck through many of the farms that once surrounded the town’s core. Where I live now used to be a farm field for most of the years I’ve been alive. Yet you don’t have to go far to see the farms still that surround Milton. Plus we have several big farms that double as attractions, Chudleahs and Springfield come to mind. But you still have the small family farms; many probably can trace their family line back to the early days of Milton through the mid 19th Century. But that is tempered by the many that sit with abandoned houses on them, the field still tended by new owners. We have our Fall Fair that shows Milton’s agricultural brilliance and our Farmer’s Market throughout the spring, summer, and fall. I drive past two boarded up farmhouses on my way too and from work. I came across this farm up on Bell School Line instead by accident, I had intended to get a lovely shot of the whole town from the escarpment, but couldn’t find a good vantage point to photograph it from. And while the image is slightly soft, again that nasty wind that day rocked the camera just enough to get that camera shake going although I am rather pleased with the composition and exposure despite dealing with bright sky and snow.