We’re not storm chasers around here.
Livestock thrown into trees is a nightmare. Sometimes, they’re still alive up there in the trees and we have to deal with that – with knowing they won’t come down out of the trees alive – with getting all of them down – with burying them – with swallowing hard and being thankful on “takes away” days on the pasture.
My apologies if that was a hard paragraph to stomach, but I think you should know that given our daily acceptance of the weather and dependence on many, many heartbeats…
We especially don’t want to hear about us or any of you in the news…we value your well-being. Our personal and professional lives ultimately center around valuing human life and growth.
Ready for the basement,
BoB, Buddy, Tom
…but not my Farmer…because he has formidable courage and a strong sense of community service, he shows up to first respond if needed. Some day I’ll post for you on how farmers add community service to their load – it’s amazing how they give back and how they’re known for this generosity and participation as a species.
But that’s a post for another day because I’m in charge of the “Lord have mercies” department and I’ve got to log off and get to it. You take Tom’s advice and hunker down.
Much love – and a tractor and a skid steer and a strong shoulder and a chain saw if you need it come morning. ~eg