I've been eavesdropping on conversations, learning a little about the great people who visit on this site. It feels like coming home. I left the farm five years ago and I miss the people as much as I miss the land. It's lonely being on this side of the gap between country and town, and kinda dull.
One time some city relatives stopped to visit when they were passing by. I didn't know them well. We were making small talk when the phone rang. It was my neighbor who had bought some pricey semen and now his best cow was ready. He needed my help.
I grabbed my jacket. "I have to go," I told my company. "I have to help my neighbor breed a cow."
I saw the shock on their faces as I left them sitting in the living room. I'd just confirmed their worst suspicians.
One time some city relatives stopped to visit when they were passing by. I didn't know them well. We were making small talk when the phone rang. It was my neighbor who had bought some pricey semen and now his best cow was ready. He needed my help.
I grabbed my jacket. "I have to go," I told my company. "I have to help my neighbor breed a cow."
I saw the shock on their faces as I left them sitting in the living room. I'd just confirmed their worst suspicians.