We work ourselves to the point of collapse daily just to see the weather, or insects, or predators eat our food down to the ground . It's a constant battle.
We've poured all of our money into trying to start a farm and it is an ongoing challenge to pay for "everything else".
We get ridiculed by our urbanite relatives that think wearing flip flops and paying $5 for a beer in their local bar is how "civilized" people live (will eating GMO GARBAGE).
No, I wouldn't ask those farm hands for a steer and I surely would not try to steal one if I were you.
JYD #123 The great one formerly known as Architect.
I am now a fictional British television police officer (currently a Detective Sgt) at Thames Valley Station. My governor is Detective Inspector Fred Thursday and it’s 1969.
