Hey Grandpa-
A few days ago, I was driving with the kids, at least 20 miles from your farm. Tink saw a tractor clearing a field and declared..."Dat's mine Grandpa".
I tried to inform her that no, that is not your grandpa, his tractor or even his farm.
She agreed, it was not your farm, but it was in fact you and you were clearing "dat man's corn".
Question:
Are you finished with your own field and did not inform us?
Or, are you so kind that you randomly farm other men's fields for the heck of it?
Here's to all those farmers, still working in December. Every time we fill our dog's dishes, order a Miller Lite or chomp on an ear of corn at a cookout... we'll try to remember how cold you must be, up in that heated tractor!
Shout out to all our farmers!
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