When I live in the country…. it seems that I write about country things.
Corn.  Farmers.  And such.
Today I walked by this field of corn… or what used to be corn.

It reminded me that this has been going on for a long time.

This tradition of planting and harvesting.  And each year, doing it over and over again.

It is somewhat remarkable that it even works.

Then I happened to think about living in the country in Preble County.  Wouldn’t it be cool if your ancestor-farmers were named McDonald or something?

You know.  Like Old McDonald.
He had a farm for sure.

But.
That guy would have been well-served to know a Vanna White… or a Pat Sajak.  SOMEBODY….. I say…. somebody….  let that guy buy a consonant.

E-I-E-I-O.

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” – Martin Luther