I'm in Erda, Utah right now at my wife's family reunion. Being able to work from anywhere is fantastic - I count myself very fortunate. And yes, by "work" I mean browse hubski. Yesterday afternoon when I was done with "work" we spread 12 yards of "fines" (a.k.a. gravel), expanding his driveway substantially. Something about working on a farm is so rewarding. Every time I come out here I am almost overcome by my "farm dream". This morning I am achy, but oddly invigorated. There are spreadsheets to build and data to analyze and people to manage.... but my heart would rather be setting fenceposts and moving sprinkler pipe. My kids are spread out everywhere on floors and on the trampoline and in hammocks enjoying endless cousin time. We're normally an early to bed, early to rise bunch - but this week it's play until you drop time... and they are. Family reunions basically suck for adults... but oh man - watching my kids have this much fun is amazing.
If you want to live your farm dream vicariously through an overly wealthy asshat, Jeremy Clarkson from Top Gear released Clarkson's Farm about him running a farm for the first time ever at like 60 or however old he is. It was really well made.
