It rained last night. After several days of scorching temperatures and letting the field dry out, it rained last night. Today would’ve been a perfect day to cut the hay, which is between five and six feet tall. It was dry enough to get into the field with the heavy equipment following all the sunshine this week. Well, it wasn’t to be, evidently. Oh, well. It’ll get cut. Someday. Not today.
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.