A journal of life on a third- and potentially fourth-generation family farm, from the perspective of the 'potential fourth' generation. (abridged, of course, for time and interest's sake)
A farm chick with a writing problem. Or, a city chick with a farming problem. Or, a writer chick with a city problem. I hate to love them all, but I do.
Yeah, I brought home not one but TWO men this past Saturday evening. :) Not only are they pretty to look at, but they're excellent on paper too. (Now, if I could only find one of the homo sapien variety ...!)
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