Dear Janice,

The crop duster and hanger are repaired, but now it's time to harvest the milo. No, not the cute dog from the movies, but the grain.

Also the cow is due to drop her calf any day. Last year I learned how to birth a calf. It was an experience I hope to never live through again. My arm got stuck and it took two men to pull it out. Did I tell you, I still held on to the legs of the calf while they pulled? When it was over I don't know who had more goo, me or the calf.

Enough about me. How are you? I'll write as soon as it calms down here.

Yours truly,
Beatrice