In a previous post I wrote about why we needed to replant our field this year. It was supposed to happen earlier this week, but rain beat the farmer to our field. And then we had to wait for everything to dry out. I never really knew when to expect him.
Then this morning around 7am as I was trying to figure out where that low rumble was coming from, I saw a huge tractor pull up in our field pulling a 40-foot plow.
We are extremely fortunate to live up the road from a family farm. They were generous enough to include our tiny parcel among the fields they planted this year.
About our family and why we moved to the country.
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