Quarantine Day 32

Another quiet day. Never changes. Nephew drove through. We waved. Sick cow is better.

From my yard everywhere I look I can see wheat growing. Not too tall yet. This is the first year in my life I have not had any wheat. I remember all those many harvests. Willie was much like his father. Both were well liked and loved to joke and be with friends. When he became ill his friends gathered helped so much. Several visited him in the hospital. Their emotions were intense. They immediately rounded up my cattle and sold them. They helped with my farm sale. And when it was time to harvest Willie's last field of wheat, they were all there for him. I have no words to express how I feel. He was lucky to have such great friends. I hope he knew that. I always take harvest photos. Not this year. Maybe just what I see as I drive to town. Won't be the same.

We got a shower this morning sometime. I missed it. Rain south of us but doubt it comes this way. Chance of snow here tonight. Ha. I won't hold my breath. Not too cold last night or today.

I thought I lost my sense of humor a while back but I was wrong. Now it is gone. The normal FB jokes just come across as stupid. I have no interest. Sick to death of politics. Everyday things get worse. Some honesty would be appreciated. Some empathy would be really nice. Guess I am expecting too much of those dead inside.

When outside today I heard our crows. Long time since I heard them. Did not see them though. I was under a roof.

None of the photos are mine. Just some Swedish stuff.