Before we moved here we were warned that the farmer behind us likes to work in the middle of the night. We were surprised, though, to find it true--for one night as Dan and I were playing Rummicub at 11:45pm, we heard a terribly loud sound coming from the back yard. He was out there with bright lights doing something to those crops. Anyway, one Saturday morning we enjoyed watching him cut the corn down. The kids bundled in a feather blanket, sipped hot cocoa and were set. These are the days...
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