
Below: This lovely scene, actually from 2006, still makes a fellow who has spent many hot, broiling afternoons setting up shocks such as these--well, it makes the face feel hot and the arms a little sweaty and a feeling of -When in the world am I ever going to get this done and why, O, why don't those clouds come drifting over here? Look at that, the sky is almost all overcast and here I am, not a lick of shade in the whole field, Golly Ned, do you suppose all that sweat falling off me is doing the soil any good?- probably not; too salty! My arms sure itch! Gosh, I wish I was down to the ol' fishing hole with a line in the cool, clear water with nothing more to do than to swat a few bugs. Boy, that Tom Sawyer was one lucky dude. Do you reckon that there'll be a snake under that bunch of bundles over there and when I pick them up, what type of varmints are going to be under there looking for some shade. Man! it's going to be a long time before I complain about riding the ol' tractor around, back and forth, that motor roaring, my ears ringing, my knees sore,
and arms achin' from steering that ol' thing. Think I'll become a store clerk when I get the chance, no, think I'll be a pilot, up there were it's cool and I'll look down on all these rows of shocks and won't feel one bit of soreness from bending over so much. I don't think Heavenly Father designed the human back to bend over this many times in one day--at least not mine. Boy, that ol' bed is sure gonna feel good tonight.


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