My uncle owned a large dairy farm before he died. He loved farming, loved his cows ("the girls"), and loved farming enough to farm until he died, even though i

My uncle owned a large dairy farm before he died. He loved farming, loved his cows ("the girls"), and loved farming enough to farm until he died, even though it was hard physical labor that had already taken a large toll on his body. The running joke in the family was that he made more from real-estate speculation than he ever did from farming. His farm was next to a major interstate and in the suburban expansion path for his metro area. He'd buy land and farm it when the price was low, and because he farmed it, the real estate taxes were negligible. He'd then sell it when the prices where high and use it to subsidize the farm. He died a millionaire, but lived in a ratty, falling down farmhouse and drove a 20+ year old car.