After literally weeks of rain every day practically, . . . we got a nice last couple of weeks, . . . I was beginning to think the weather wasn't too bad for a change.
Woke up this morning, . . . everything soaked, . . . ain't gonna get no beans picked today (brother's garden, mine washed out).
Believ me, nagantino, . . . if I could hitch my Jeep to these clouds and drag em to you, . . . I'd be tempted.
My hay partner just finally got the first cutting off my place last week.
May God bless,
Dwight