I miss my farmer…

A John Deere tractor is plowing the field across the road. I wish it were another field, 488 miles away, with my farmer behind the wheel.

Because right about now would be the perfect time to take him some hot cocoa and cookies. Then I’d ask for a ride so we could enjoy the sunset together…

Someday.

For now, I’ll write him and say, wish you were here…

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