I am back…and as the season winds down I am thinking about how much I used to love riding in the farm truck during corn chopping season. My kids love it too… With my lunch in hand, I climb up into the old farm truck, wiping away bits and pieces of corn and stalk from the cracked and worn leather seat. I get settled into my post. Corn…
Grrrr, I went when the alarm sounded off at 4:55 this morning. What the heck am I thinking? (grumble, grumble, grumble) I am so not an early morning person the broken record played in my head …(sigh, sigh, sigh) I remember the days of milking in the flat parlor–2:30 am. I jumped out of bed. I used to look forward to a Saturday morning when I could do fresh cow…
It’s been an odds and ends kind of a week. A little of this, a little of that. First stop, last Friday–Warwick, Rhode Island for the Ocean State Cross Country Invitational. Our Greenwich boys’ team is small, so all of them packed into my car and we were off. What I love about the boys is that they are humorous. There never seems to be any drama, always…
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