04/23/2020
I know, I know... It's another post about some corn crop in a podunk little town you've never heard of, much less ever plan to visit. But this is so much more than that, this is hundreds of late night prayers and heartache coming to fruition, this is your fondest memories with your grandpa out in a field learning how to make straight rows and smelling that corn growing and having your memories attach themselves to the smells. This is the pure love of playing in the dirt and having the faith to put a seed in the ground and water it and fertilize it just hoping to see it make it to harvest. This is farming, to a kid that never had a chance of getting to this point in life without God pouring out his undeserved blessings, after repeatedly being told you'll never get to this point and just go get a job in town that has retirement and benefits so you can do it when you've retired. These are dreams coming true.
