As I finished up my chores (chores? Geez, sounds like a farmer) at the lake, I noticed the farmer across the road was picking his last row of corn.
The farmer was probably elated, and a little relieved, to get his harvesting done for the year. While it has been dry and unseasonably warm the last three weeks, the sky looks like it could just as easily been hinting at snow. All I had to do was mow the grass one last time; this man had acres of corn to pick, get it to market and still had to maintain his huge equipment before winter set in.
I can’t really appreciate the farmer’s feeling of relief, but knew we shared similar thoughts. I was done, he was done, it’s time for lunch.
Thought for the Day: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. American idiom
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