All my life I have thought it would be a great deal of fun to be a man who earns his living from tilling the soil. Just think of the joy of the harvest. Putting your hard won crop into the silo and putting the tractor away for another season. Then you can sit back in the comfort of the parlor, with feet up on the hearth and enjoy a warm glass of milk (yuk!). Well, today was finally my day. Ginny and I labored hard and long to bring in our plywood crop. Finally, about sunset, it was all in the storage bin, at just the right moisture level to assure that it would be ready to be called upon when needed to continue the circle of life.
