About being a Farmer, County Supervisor, Husband, Father, Grandfather, and pretty darned average Blog Author.
If blogging was easy, everyone would be doing it. And we are.
We have shot off a lot of 4th of July fireworks in that part of the driveway.I have a lot of memories about laying irrigation pipe in those fields.Friends and I have driven through a lot of mud with dad's pickup around the irrigation wells.I used that horse trailer to move to Lincoln.I used to jump over those bushes, mow around them as they scratched me and play with my toy cars under them. Those steps between them are always slick in the winter. Tom ran into mom and dad's "Red Lion Inn" van with the mower right there.That spot at the end of the sidewalk is where everyone arives home. My 4th grade pet chicken "Sparky" chased Tom around the van to get a piece of him.My earliest memories of the farm are playing with cousins on the south side of the driveway.
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