Yesterday morning T.S. went with me to look at our road, which he proclaimed to be
"horrible." Then, T.S. was ready to get in his field. After a few minutes we realized he needed his irrigating boots. First, he had to dump the water from his trucks--according to him,
20 gallons. The trucks kept getting stuck, but he managed to pull them out. I thought it was too chilly to be in shorts, but he insisted it was okay. He is really proud of his field.
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