Miss the farm and getting together with the local farmers bringing in all the garden greens and BBQ our own cows and well you know what I mean. Food was better when shared and grown by good friends.
Times sure changed in a few years.
I really miss dad at times and farming brings me back to the days we did it together. We never told each other we loved each but it was understood between us no matter how bad I screwed up or pissed him off.