Originally Posted by
berner
When I worked on a dairy farm as a boy, I always liked mowing but the best was plowing. As you say, meditative.
My family in my home town are still farmers.
My parents decided I needed re-education in the Maoist sense one summer and sent me to to work on a nearby farm. After one afternoon in the hay loft, I had to be hospitalized with asthma. After another afternoon in the hay loft, I had to be hospitalized with asthma. My parents could be total idiots when they chose.