Biizzzouuuw ....... BANG.
Thunderstorms'er rollin' in. Look at all the ants scurrying below, running from the rain. What makes city folk hate the rain so much, anyway? I 'spose they've got their perdy clothes on and no crops to water. For me though? I love the thunderstorms.
Even lightning! Some of the best crops I've ever had have been smack dab in the middle of lightning strikes. Good ol' Rusty the scarecrow might'en'ave something to do with that. Rusty got built after my ol' John Deere broke down. Used the spare parts and my daddy's old welding torch and up he went. 'Course back when he was first put up his name was Frogger.
Time does weird things.
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Daily Weirdness
PoetryI'm going to endeavour to write some daily observations about average things that happen. We'll see how this goes!
