Maggie's Farm

Well, we took over $11,000 on our sugar this year, which ain’t chicken scratch in the Northeast Kingdom, and especially in this state where they want your every spare nickel to buy some vote from some lazy jackass somewhere in this commie state I live in. Not that I need the money myself you know but I figure in life you just keep doing what you do and do what you know how to do until the wheels fall off. Now that I have my bright shiny new Wallmart wellies, I can’t think of a single thing I need except my daily bread and the occasional, well maybe daily whiskeys. I know you fancy folks from Burlington and Hartford and Boston etc might see the way we live up here and think we need all sorts of ---- like 4 wheel drive and oil heat and semi-auto shotguns etc. but that’s because of advertising propaganda that they think that, plus too much time on their hands and not enough work and too much boredom and life maybe too easy so they have to go to exercise school  or restaurants to get tired. Which we dont have any restaurants or exercise schools unless you count the Dunkin Donuts etc. down in St Johnsbury. I always figure those commies I helped kill in Korea had their propaganda and we have Advertising which at least aint from the  ----ing gummint so at least Im not paying my own money to try to fool my own self. Well I guess I am waxing too philosophical for a Vermont farmer but it’s a lull time right now with too much ---ing mud up to your armpits of course to plow harrow and seed but soon enough so just the routine feed the cattle and milk the cattle, bring em in and take em out, which the boys mostly do, but the cattle pretty much know what theyre supposed to do because they arent smart but they arent stupid either and more brain than ---ing horses which are now obsolete animals except for the Fancies and God knows what fool things they do with the dumb beasts. We did paint a side of the house and finished painting the barn connector that we started last spring. My boys don’t exactly enjoy scraping and painting and I can'tpull a Tom Sawyer on them and I think they would rather drag dead cows to the pit but I am paying them and have to keep them mostly busy or it don’t make sense, and these boys were made to work as long as it isn't scraping old paint and they are only happy if they're bitchin about something like some fat girl in town with already 2 fat brat snot nose kids or the valve on the milker or the cow kicking or the paint dripping or the rain fallin or the cost of gas. Bitchin, and beer, and the fat girls, and their slick pick-ups are what keep them going. God bless em they are both strong simple boys Seth and Reuben and basically honest maybe except to the fat girls and the hunting regs and maybe a few other things I would not care to mention online. They do hunt a bit and I know they both shot nice turkeys for their mommas for Mothers Day. I wont eat that dried out ---, and they can't call a turkey worth a damn in my opinion but they always get over their limit with nice clean head shots. I guess they play Indian in my woodlots, like kids, which they are grown-up kids with brains to match.