Today I had my yearly work out. We made hay. What more must I say? We picked up close to a thousand bales today. I am now a very weary old man. Tomorrow I shall be a weary, sore, old man. We have 300 bales left to unload in the morning. Want to help?
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i saw your trucks sitting in the pond field (is that the right name?) when i went by and i felt quite sorry for you guys... best of luck on the recovery.
I wish I could send my boys over to help. The one especially wishes and fantasizes about making hay. I think a taste of the real thing would calm him down a bit. I remember doing hay growing up and it isn't my most favorite thing to do. The bales were always so heavy and didn't always want to cooperate very well. But it does make for some good memories.
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