Vocational/career history?

My little 173 acre farm is what made me the happiest in the morning and again at night when I returned home from the office. Off with the coat and tie, whew, and slip on the overalls. I normally worked 10hr days, or more. But evenings, my first task might be harvesting the 1/2 acre garden. I took a full bushel basket of vegetables, late June to September, to the office with me every day. Empty by 0900. Back to the farm, it was rural, rustic, refuge. Of course I spent from say 1930 to 2230 or later in vegetables, or feeding or moving my modest number of cattle. Feeding chickens, gathering nuts in the fall [there were English chestnuts, pecans, black and English walnuts, hickory nuts, and multiple varieties of acorns for hy local overpopulated herds of squirrels. There were 98 acres under cultivation, rented by my neighbor for 80$ an acre per year. I maintained a 5 acre homeplace, all fenced, with 167 trees, maybe 40 flowerbeds. blooming early spring to freezing temps in Oct. The rest, I mowed with by mid-sized multipurpose deisel green John Deere hydrostatic drive, tractor. And, a few of my neighbor farmers had young teenage sons begging to make money, so when left office and farm for 6 week fishing trips[2nd week June through jul] or two month hunting excursions[my passion] Oct thru Dec, I could leave my place in trustworthy, farm experienced hands. I just called it " the farm", calling on some existential memory of William S Burroughs. The office-career, was a well-paying, continous mind and stress endeavor that brought mr the farm in thefirst place, while that seclusion and earth brought me an infinite number of joys, that in turn allowed me to return to the office each day withasmile and a fresh approach. Symbiotic. I cried when I had to leave.