Yesterday you couldn’t be blamed for thinking we lived in the breadbasket of America, instead of a small bedroom community with only one small farm left.
Saturday was Plow Day, when teams from all over come to dig up the community garden for the beginning of the season.
It’s a chance for people to show off their horses’ plowing skills as they steer them from one side of the big fields to the other. Kind of like a farming version of a gathering of geeks. Instead of boasting about megabytes and apps, they gather in their overalls to compare technique and tack.
We were admiring the way one team cut through the hard earth, and the driver leaned down to call out, “This plow sat out in my field for ten years. Took it in, cleaned it up, and now I leave everyone sick at competitions. Best plow I ever had!”