Just a dairy farmer

If, after years of farming this and that, you step back and see you're really only a dairy farmer. . .

Should you feel like you've finally arrived or fell short of all the glory farming can offer?

I tried everything, friends. I tried to grow things. 
I tried to raise pigs. I tried ducks. I tried beef cattle. I tried homestead rabbits (now those I gave 5 good years). I tried various types of chickens (and chickens always remain as they are too practical for me), and at the end. . .

The last name Creamer has proved so very apt because, no matter how I tried to be diverse. . .

I'm not. I'm singular in this pursuit.

I'm a dairy farmer. Not a rabbit, chicken, pig, fruit, vegetable or beef cattle farmer. . .

A dairy farmer of cows and goats (always goats.)

When I think of goats, watch goats. . . I smile. Not externally, I laugh at all sorts of things on the exterior. . . but inside. They are strange, loving beast. They are the type of "Odd" that I hold dear.

and I dream of enough land to really have dairy cows. Not a cow or two cows. . . but cows. Those stoic, strange things. . .that are gentle and grouchy. ..all at once.

and I wilI work to change laws to allow small homesteader dairy farmers to be able to supply locals with real dairy products, and I'll always try to use the passion grown by other local farmers in their endeavors. . . to prepare as much as I can here,

But in the end, after everything I've done and dabbled in. . .

I am really just Tinia Creamer. . .Dairy farmer.