When you marry a farmer in the spring, anniversary celebrations in the following years are often subject to the whims of Mother Nature. Over the past 37 years, I have celebrated our May 26 anniversary by sitting in the planter with Hubby while we mudded in the last of the soybeans, brought supper to the field as he raced to bale first cutting hay ahead of an approaching rain event and, during COVID-19, toasted our 35th year together by grilling at home.
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