A Sunday Drive

 

While driving along an old country road I happened to notice a farmer flying over his crops.  He was not in an airplane but simply had his arms outstretched, as if he were a bird.  As he glided over his fields he was looking down at all of his hard work.  Each row was straight, all of his crops looked to be doing well. 

What caught my attention were his shoes.  He had on white tennis shoes and not typical farmer boots.  I found that to be very odd.  I wanted to question him about it, but I could see he was busy, so I just kept driving down the road, but I couldn’t help wondering why white?  Farmer work is dirty, surely, he was aware of that.  How long did he expect them to stay looking all white and clean? 

That was going to fester in me for some time.  What would have caused him to pick white shoes.  Maybe they were on sale.  Maybe he didn’t buy them, maybe it was the farmer’s wife who spotted them in the window of the feed store.  Hey – wait, why would a feed store have a window?  And if they did, why would they be selling tennis shoes?

This was getting me nowhere.  I put my window down to get some fresh air but was suddenly hit with the strong aroma of cows.  Quickly I ran it back up and turned on the AC.  If there was anything that could get me to stop thinking about those white tennis shoes, it would be that overpowering stench of cattle.

 

It wasn’t long until I came across a farmer sitting on a folding chair, reading to his barn.  I stopped my car and rolled down my window so I could hear what he was saying.  It sounded like a book of instructions.  He spoke of always having good posture and taking frequent breaks.  Then he told about the importance of guarding against harsh weather and storms.

I soon realized it was a young, new barn and he was teaching it how to get along in life being a barn.  The dos and don’ts of everything.  I couldn’t believe it.  I had just seen my first barn raising.  I wondered if I had crossed over into Amish territory.

 

 

It's time I head back.  Thanks for coming along.

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