Tuesdays I ride into town with Lawn, first thing in the morning, and spend the day with my parents.
They are both in their mid seventies and they moved into a retirement community several years ago.
For the people who want them, there are garden plots and my Dad plants a patch of spring wheat in his
each year. He gets great entertainment out of this, even though he left the farm, where my Grandparents
raised wheat, just as fast as he could, when he was out of High School, to become an accountant.
Funny how things change....they live in the building you can see in the background, now.