Thank You, Mother: an Ode to a Farm
Thank You, Mother: an Ode to a Farm
It’s late afternoon as I drive along the front of my farm to the gate. The field fence is shrouded with a bumper crop of tumbleweeds, some of the arena fencing has blown down, and only the wind hasn’t changed over the weeks I’ve been gone. It’s one season when I leave and another when I get back. Twisting sideways in the driver seat, I dangle my feet and make the drop to the ground. Edgar Rice…
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