Wingo the horse watches me work.
Today was a quiet day. I mainly just weeded the raspberry patches. I started out gung-ho, but by about 4 p.m. I was bored. There is a tedium in farm work that I did not expect. Still, overall, it is enjoyable working with my hands. And it makes food so much more delicious. I feel more satisfied when I eat after a long day of hard work. It feels like a reward, like a prize at the end of a race. I think men were made to work hard. Sometimes I fear that my chosen profession has made me join the ranks of the cubicle-bound, butt-sitting American. But I hope not. I will fight that demise.
The Midnight Sun grows some monster weeds. These dandelions were about 2 feet long!
Me and some big weeds.
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