Evil lookin' clouds come down out of the west as I drove home from the library.
It's starting to rain now.
Big mess in my barn from cleaning up; from chaos, order?
Dad and mom and I been talkin' about this maybe being our last year of farming. All our backs are achin' and the times been a-takin' their toll. Leaves me feeling really weird, the future uncertain, as it has always been, but now uncertainty more starkly lit.
Gotta get back out to the barn, it's a burn day and the fire will go well with this storm.
Hope your day is warm and dry.
1 comment:
Farming is such hard physical work. What do you think you might do if this is the last year?
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