On my grandparents farm, they used to have a blue heeler dog named Peanuts. I’m pretty sure that dog lived to be 300 years old. It was around the farm a long long time, and I always knew I was getting close to the farm when that dog would find us on the highway and follow us back to the house. A couple miles at least.
I would get out of the car and be so happy to be where I was
And then he would bite me.
On the shins.
Blue Heelers. That’s what they do.
So when I pulled into the drive of this lovely house in Nebraska, I was greeted by two little dogs at my car door. They did not bite me. They just wanted attention. And I gladly gave it to them because they were adorable. And their legs were short, which made me love them more for some reason.
I guess, the thought behind my long story…. I miss the farm. And I relish times when I get to leave town. Escape for just a bit and hang out with amazing people who are part of an industry I grew up with. One I understand and know what it takes to live that life. Especially now…
I absolutely adored this family. And fell into step with them from the very second I walked in the door. I felt comfortable enough to grab things I wanted to use and take outdoors with me. And we had a great time. I watched the sun get low over the corn stalks. And it makes my heart happy.
If I haven’t taken the time before… thank you to all who work hard to feed us and grow corn (cattle corn too), I know what you is hard. And I appreciate it.
