You'll seldom see a picture of my dad smiling, he holds so much seriousness between that beard and ponytail. He's a beekeeper, woodworker, machinist, welder, stonemason, and the mechanical engineer behind all of my farming dreams. Friday I delivered sympathy flowers to someone whose dad had passed, and my empathy for her was so strong I started crying myself. Yesterday, he wrangled a snapping turtle from my gladiolus patch, buried his beloved farmdog Bailey, and caught a swarm of bees. In that order. Farming has never been his profession, but it's so suited to his stoic disposition. If only lobster dinner could mend his broken heart. RIP Bailey Jane.