As I lay in bed thinking about that last night, it occurred to me that one of the real reasons, "Why farming?", is that I don't want my grand children to grow up in a world where my "When I was your age" stories end with "we grew our own food instead of it being mass produced in a laboratory or prepackaged on factory farms."
I love that my children are learning how to put a single bean in the ground and nurture that tender young plant, "kind of like us" until eventually it takes its own way and produces fruit of its own. I love the fact that my children know how and when to feed the chickens and the ducks. While I don't enjoy doing it, I love the fact that my children recognize that sometimes an animal has to be culled in the best interest of the entire flock and because its own quality of life has deteriorated. I love the fact that my children go out to collect the eggs and pick produce from the garden, then bring them in the house and together we make omelettes or scrambled egg.
Now my grandchildren's stories will end with "your mom and I used to pick them just like this." That is, "Why farming?"