Just a few more days before the biggest chocolate day of the year. So I’m going to talk about my “Valentine”. He doesn’t like for me to post pictures of him, so I need to do this on the sly. If he gets wind of this, I’m dead. This is what a hard working farmer will look like at the end of the day. If the clothes are covered in hydraulic oil, they get thrown in the trash. Must’ve been a little dusty that day. He loves putting up awesome feed for his “precious cows”. Makes him happy. And we definitely want “Papa” happy. Ok, now why in the world is he this happy? Oh, it’s a fake smile for the camera. Say “Cheese”. This was a while back but he’s still got that football arm. When he’s watching football, he tells the coach and the players what they should be doing. I always ask him why he wasn’t a coach. No answer, just a “look”. He’s the hay baling machine. It’s not always a fun job. Especially in 90 degrees plus weather. Last summer our neighbors were making apple cider the old fashioned way. He was loving every minute of it. The boys had a blast cranking away. The cider was delicious. He loves his cows. He wants a whole herd that looks just like this one. He loves to act crazy. He’ll go do crazy stuff in front of Candace’s trail cam and hope that she finds it. Cows, cows and more cows! He’s addicted to Dr. Pepper. He loves his family and we love him. I gotta run. I’m nervous that he’s going to find out about his story. Yikes! It’s time to hit the hay……………………….Carol
P.S. Eat plenty of chocolate this week.