Harvest Time

Last three years I’ve tried to clear a week during the summer to head to Nebraska to go help M’s folks cut wheat. Something always comes up. Typically, one of the geriatric dogs isn’t well and I don’t want to leave M home alone taking care of 300 pounds of four legged critters.

But this year, I’m trying to nip all of the excuses in the bud. Might board the dogs for a week, prepare a week’s worth of dinners so M can come home from work and just relax, and I’ll grab a wide-brimmed hat and head out to the farm.

Part of me just wants to help out, but let’s face it, most of me just wants to drive a combine and work out under a fierce mid-west sun for a week or ten days.

So, I tell M of my plans, how I don’t want to let another summer go by without pitching in …

Her response? “That’s great! You’d make a great lunch boy! They’ll love getting one of your brown bags while they’re out there working.”

See what I gotta deal with?


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2 Responses to Harvest Time

  1. Mary says:

    You might want to heed what she says :-). It would be a shame to rearrange your life only to end up the lunch lady for a week. I hope you are having a wonderful day. Blessings…Mary

  2. LOLI guess that's what happens when people realize you know your way around the kitchen. I'm sure they would appreciate your bagged lunches!

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