The Smell Of Love Is In The Air
February 16 | 1 Comment
As some of you know, well 3% according to a recent survey, this past weekend was Valentine’s Day. I’m not one for love and cuddling because a day on the calendar tells me to do so. No, I do it because I want to. Ok, maybe not so much the love part, but the cuddling is to die for.
I admit Valentine’s Day has me a little miffed. The typical gifts of candy and flowers just don’t do it for me. Flowers? What am I supposed to do with them? Sure they might come in handy at Rocky the Squirrel’s funeral, but let’s be honest, I won’t get the invite.
Speaking of funerals, the candy associated with this day is deep, dark chocolate. If you want me dead, it would be easier to just tie me down on the Amtrack rails of the northeast corridor. It would be quicker, unless of course the train was running late again.
Maybe my focus on Valentine’s Day should be on the giving part. A farmer in Minnesota seems to be on the right track. Check it out from the Albert Lea Tribune.
For his wife this Valentine’s Day, a farmer has created a half-mile wide arrow-pierced heart recognizable from the sky about 12 miles southwest of Albert Lea.
Following plans he jotted on scratch paper, Bruce Andersland drove his tractor and manure spreader earlier this week in the special shape for his wife, Beth.
On Thursday afternoon, the Tribune was on the telephone with Beth when she had her first look at the aerial image, taken through Minnesota Aviation by Albert Lea pilot Darren Schone.
With a gasp, Beth said, “Now I’ve got my Valentine! That’s pretty cute.”
She said it was the biggest and most original Valentine she has received in her life.
Bruce said he had the idea because the square-mile, snow-covered field seemed fitting for something.
“There’s such a nice field there. I thought we could just do it for fun,” he said.
Bruce began the project Wednesday and finished Thursday.
“That’s just part of farm life. Doing something fun and creative with it makes farming fun,” she said.
I know what many of you are saying, “Bo, this isn’t an animal story.” To which I’d have to reply, “Where do you think he got the manure from?” Certainly not his wife.
It’s a fine line, but the integrity of posting only animal stories on this blog remains intact.