Dear Farm Journal,
When it rains, it pours. I’m still too frustrated with the details of this day to even go into it. Sometimes it feels like something in the universe wants to slap you down if you start living a little too happily, loving and laughing too much. Someone, somewhere will whip up a fresh batch of bullshit for you. But, you know what, its one day, we stick together, we push through, we get shit done, and we come out on top because ultimately, we live a beautiful life.