This was my view on Highway A this morning on my way to work. My dad on his way to the Emge Place to plow. Brings back so many memories...
When I was a little girl, I used to "farm" with my Dad. I thought I was so big! I would ride the tractor with him and thought I was really helping. Before we went home, Dad would have me rub my hands in the grease so Mom would know I was working hard. Of course, Mom probably knew the grease didn't come from me working, but as a child, I thought I was really doing something.
I am so grateful to see my eighty-six year old Dad still doing the things he loves.
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